Original subtitles

(upbeat music)

Note down the order.

Two Russians.

Not the ones from Goa, I need authentic Russians.

36-24-36. Not an inch more or less.

Height shouldn't be less than 5 feet 10 inches.

Yes. You know the address. Send them in half an hour.

(elevator dings)

Yeah.

It's crazy. She told me what to do.

It's her debut film, and she's fucking guiding me.

Yeah, she's mad, dude. She couldn't act at all.

(door beeps)

(chuckles) Where are you?

No, I just reached home.

Yeah. Okay.

- Amal, mood lighting. - (AI assistant) Mood lighting on.

Playlist number two.

(AI assistant) Playing playlist number two.

(upbeat music playing)

(snorting, exhaling)

(doorbell rings)

He's sent them so soon?

What the fuck! What are you doing here-- (gasps)

(grunts)

(panting, choking)

(elevator dings)

- (laughs) - Look how hot he is. Isn't he?

Oh, my God! He keeps getting me gifts! He's so desperate!

- Jesus. - Okay.

(keypad beeps)

(laughs)

- Wow! What a house! - Oh, my God!

- Oh, my God, this place is amazing. - Yes. It's cool.

This guy is loaded.

- Yes. - Is anybody home?

I can't see anybody.

Anybody wanna have some fun?

(elevator dings)

(tense music)

(Pallavi) Russia? UK?

- Yeah. - And what time did you come?

11:05.

(voices fade)

(escort 1) The agency just told us to be here by 11:00.

(Pallavi) So you had no conversation with him?

No.

- Jai Hind, sir. - Jai Hind, sir.

(tense music)

Pallavi Sonawane, sir. Crime Branch.

Sir, we got here by 2:30.

Virat Malhotra had called for these escorts.

And based on his orders, his bodyguard

switched off the security cameras in all the areas.

They came in and found him dead.

Turn off all the lights and turn on only this one.

Okay, sir.

(intense music)

Sir, she's sleeping.

- Are you absolutely sure? - 100%, sir.

(title song)

(soft music)

(indistinct chatter)

- (woman 1) I've added the salt. - (woman 2) Pass me the oil.

- Is this okay? - Yes.

Asmita.

Don't add the tempering before the oil is hot.

Okay, didi.

And, Kalyani, don't be hasty.

Strain the poha properly.

No one likes to eat soggy poha.

Okay, didi.

Zeenat.

Madam is calling for you.

Okay.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Yes, sir, I received the cheque. - (knocks)

- Madam? - Yes, sir.

Yes, we've started a medical programme.

And as you know, all this requires funding.

A cheap ₹50 nylon rope was used

to strangle to death

Virat Malhotra, the rising star of Bollywood.

Many theories are being put forward about this murder.

I have a theory too,

but I will share it with you

only when I have sufficient proof in support of it.

- According to inside sources... - Yes, sir. Okay.

- ...on the night of the murder… - Thank you, sir.

(reporter's voice fades)

Last night, Mumbai Commissioner Arun Khatri called.

He was asking about you.

Do you know him?

Zeenat, in the last five years,

I haven't seen a better inmate than you.

But who you were before coming here and what you did...

you've never shared with me.

Does this call have anything to do with that?

Yes, madam.

Do you have anything to say?

I want to send a message to Mr. Arun Khatri.

(phone rings)

Sir, Mr. Prateek Suryavanshi is here.

Send him in.

(knocks) May I come in?

- Come, come. - Hey, commissioner! (laughs)

Good to see you, Suryavanshi.

- After, what, 25 years? - Yes.

In what was a beautiful Pune!

(in Marathi) There's nothing quite like Pune.

(both laughing)

Have a seat.

Thanks.

Ian Fleming once said...

"Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence.

"And the third time is enemy action, Mr. Bond."

Get to the point, Suryavanshi.

The first murder took place in Mazgaon,

the second in Kalbadevi and now the third.

Exact same pattern.

Perhaps the serial killer

who terrorised Pune 25 years ago has returned.

- This time, in Mumbai-- - The same old theory again?

This isn't a theory.

This is the work of a serial killer. There's no doubt about it.

But we need to find out if it is the same serial killer from Pune

- or someone else-- - Let sleeping dogs lie, Suryavanshi.

What do we achieve by scaring people?

25 years ago, you couldn't catch the Pune serial killer.

And yet, the department promoted you.

I have never been able to solve this mystery.

Do what you want, but remember one thing.

You don't have all the facts.

- I'll get them soon. - Good luck with that.

See you.

(suspenseful music)

(lock clicks, door creaks)

(suspenseful music)

(intense music)

(gravy sloshing)

Didi, taste this.

Salt.

Hello, madam.

Zeenat.

(tense music)

Asmita.

Hello, Zeenat.

Sir, I'll be in my office.

Please let me know if you need anything.

Thank you, warden.

- Hello, Mrs. Deshpande. - Hello, Arun.

- 25 years. - 25 years, 1 month and 17 days.

In so many years, this is the first time

you sent a message.

And that too just three words, "I can help."

- You knew I'd come. - Yes.

Tell me how you can help.

You thought I was responsible what's happening in Mumbai.

- Yes. - By escaping from here?

Yes.

You've always overestimated my cleverness.

25 years back, that's what my seniors told me too.

Then, when you confessed to all eight murders,

everyone was silenced.

You're much cleverer than I think you are, Mrs. Deshpande.

- Zeenat. - Zeenat.

I'm inside, which means there is someone outside

who is trying to copy me.

And you think you can help me?

I know for certain that I can help you.

You've come this far to meet me,

which means he has killed not only Virat Malhotra

but others too.

- Yes. - How many?

Three, so far.

Why do you think he's a man?

I have a woman sitting in front of me.

There is no one like me.

For now, let's assume he's a man.

- Is he copying me in the exact way? - Yes.

Then he'll kill at least five more people.

And if he isn't stopped, perhaps more.

You need my help, Arun.

Why do you assume that the Mumbai Police

can't catch serial killers?

They can.

But it'll take time.

Do you have the time?

And I can do what the police can't.

- Such as? - I can think like him.

Takes one to catch one.

That's why you've come this far to meet me, Arun.

I will help you.

But I want something in return.

Have you lost your mind, Arun?

Sir, she will be an invaluable asset to us.

(scoffs) Come on, Arun.

Forget this ridiculous idea and ask me for anything else.

With great difficulty,

we've hidden the similarities between the murders from the media.

But it's only a matter of time

before some news channel figures it out.

And then, there will be complete chaos.

Before that can happen, we need to catch this copycat killer.

Only Mrs. Deshpande can think like this killer.

Mrs. Deshpande!

Her name makes her sound like some innocent housewife.

As a matter of fact, sir, she was a housewife.

She also owned a small restaurant in Pune.

So, what's your plan?

Sir, on the outskirts of Mumbai,

there's a guest house for DRE officers.

It's surrounded by a dense jungle.

That location can be secured easily.

We will keep Mrs. Deshpande there.

If this information gets out, our careers will be finished.

Sir, if this move backfires, you can put the entire blame on me.

Think of it like I never shared this plan with you.

This meeting never happened.

Okay.

- Thank you, sir. - But, Arun, be careful.

Very, very careful.

In trying to catch one killer, don't let the other get away.

Yes, sir.

(bike rumbles)

(exciting music)

Sir, the rider has arrived.

Is drinking tea all you do the entire day?

(laughing)

Don't laugh.

My hair is a complete mess.

Raghu, I've told you that you don't need a helmet in this area.

Remember, I don't break simple rules.

- Is bhai awake? - Yes, he's with Jenny.

So, he's up.

(song playing)

Hey, Sachin. You'll run out of data!

Rana!

- You have more samosa in your beard. - I know.

Save one for me.

(song continues in background)

Hello, bhai.

Is the job done?

Yes. Eight kilos of Russian snow.

They agreed to our price. They'll be here soon.

Well done.

Bhai, the money?

Wow! Ready and all...

The drugs are here.

Go!

Hey, stop! Get down. Down!

Hands up!

(indistinct chatter)

Down! Hands up!

Get down!

Down! Go in. Go in and check.

Get down! Hands up!

What the...

- What happened? - Police!

(upbeat music)

Hey!

(tense music)

Hey!

Hands up!

Down! Down!

(indistinct chatter on radio)

It's right. Go ahead.

Who's Raghu here?

You've been summoned.

You may leave.

Really sorry, ACP Tejas.

What the fuck is going on?

We were going to find out today

who the dealer behind the shipments was.

- I'm really very sorry, ACP. - Sandeep, three months

of my hard work has been wasted.

I understand, but these were Commissioner's orders.

Commissioner?

- Sir. - ACP Tejas Phadke.

Sorry to have disrupted your undercover operation.

But I need you for a more urgent assignment.

Sir.

With all due respect, sir, all my hard work has been wasted.

I understand your frustration, ACP.

But you won't find a bigger case than this.

- Consider this an order. - Sir.

And these files should not leave this office.

- Read them carefully. - Yes, sir.

(intriguing music)

(door creaks)

- Sir. - So, what do you think?

It's unbelievable.

Have you heard about the Virat Malhotra murder?

- Yes, sir. - Let me show you something.

Virat Malhotra in Oshiwara.

Robby Carvalho in Mazgaon.

Ramesh Patel in Kalbadevi.

All three were strangled using a nylon rope.

All three bodies were posed in front of a mirror.

You're saying there's a serial killer in Mumbai?

Correct.

Do you think Seema Deshpande has done this too?

No, I arrested Mrs. Deshpande.

She's in Hyderabad Central Jail.

So, this means someone's trying to copy Seema Deshpande?

Yes. We have a copycat killer.

Sir, Seema Deshpande's court order states that

she's in Hyderabad Central Jail under an alias.

Why is that?

I caught Mrs. Deshpande by chance, just after her eighth murder.

Hmm.

I knew she had committed all the murders.

But I had evidence to prove just one.

She confessed to the other seven murders herself...

on certain conditions.

A new name, a new identity and a jail in a different city.

Mrs. Deshpande was sent to the Hyderabad jail

as Zeenat Fatima.

We stated her crime was her husband's murder.

That's why you won't find any records on her,

apart from this file.

Which only six people have read so far.

You are the seventh.

We kept this story away from the media then.

It was easier in those days.

But those who remember the Pune murders

still think that the murders suddenly stopped

because the killer disappeared.

Although we did apprehend the killer.

So, you're saying we should use Seema Deshpande's tactics

to catch this copycat killer?

Tejas.

We are going to do something that has never been done before.

We will make Mrs. Deshpande a part of our investigation team.

Sir, that's very risky.

- I'm sure she's dangerous. - Very.

But this case demands out-of-the-box thinking.

This case will remain unofficial.

As of now, the details of this case will remain between the two of us.

I've allotted a small team to guard Mrs. Deshpande.

- Sir, can I ask you something? - Sure.

Why did you select me for this case?

Well, I read your file.

You prefer difficult assignments.

You've worked in different departments.

Clearly, you are somebody who does not work for promotions.

You work for results.

Thank you, sir.

Now, go get some rest.

Don't know when you'll get the chance again.

Sir.

(hairdryer whirrs)

- You like it? - I love it.

- I'm so glad. - Thank you so much, Tanvi.

You're most welcome.

Pamela-ji, don't forget whose suggestion this was.

Of course, of course. It was you, my dear.

- Thank you so much, sweetheart. - Thank you.

- Bye, see you. - Bye. Have a good evening.

You tally the accounts. I'll start the clean-up.

(gentle music)

Hey...

I need a haircut, ma'am.

Teju! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

- You're back. - Yes, I'm back.

- You're back, for sure? - I'm back for sure.

Okay. (chuckle)

Hey, come here.

Hi, Divya.

She's been dying to hear your voice.

- I missed you. - I missed you too.

We still have an undercover activity pending.

Yuck, don't be gross.

Why don't you guys go home? I'll lock up.

Thank you. And I love you.

- Come on, let's go. - Sure. Bye.

Bye!

(romantic music)

(moaning)

(sighing, panting)

Oh, fuck.

(breathes heavily)

Birth control?

Of course. We can't take a chance.

But you said...

I said we'd talk about it.

I've just started the salon. It needs to be set up properly.

When will we start our family?

We will, Teju.

Our time will come.

Hmm. Yet another excuse.

Sure! I have many more excuses.

You don't come home for months, and you want a baby.

Have I ever given you grief for this?

In that aspect, I'm very lucky.

Excuse me. You're lucky in every aspect, okay?

I know.

Okay. Now, go. Go take your shower.

Ajoba will be here soon.

- Can we go for a second round? - No. Go.

- Please. - Go.

(doorbell rings)

- Teju! - Ajoba! Come.

Bless you.

Please come.

- How are you, dear? - Very well.

I'm happy that your undercover is done.

- Hmm. - We're always worried about you

when we have no clue where you are.

I agree, Ajoba.

I've been given a new assignment,

which is just as risky and important.

Whom do you have to catch?

Commissioner Arun Khatri has personally selected me.

Congratulations.

But whom do you have to catch?

I've asked him three times, Ajoba.

I think it's top secret.

It really is top secret.

Does he not tell you anything?

No, nothing at all.

- Hmm? - Hmm!

(grunting, groaning in pain)

Didi, what's happening? Didi...

Didi...

- (cries in pain) - Should I call someone?

Didi...

(cries in pain)

Madam! Madam! Something's wrong with Zeenat didi!

- Easy. - (cries in pain)

Hurry up.

Close it. Lock it.

(siren wailing)

(thrilling music)

Open it.

(exciting music)

Lock it from the outside.

(exciting music continues)

Get down.

Go inside, inmate.

All necessary clothes and toiletries are kept here.

Get ready quickly. Sir will be here any minute.

Okay.

(emotional music)

(car engine whirrs)

(door creaks)

(sombre music)

- Hello, Zeenat. - Hello, Arun.

This is ACP Tejas Phadke.

He's in charge of this investigation.

Sit.

Hello, Inspector.

Hello, Mrs. Deshpande.

Please call me Zeenat.

I'd prefer Mrs. Deshpande.

It will ensure I remember that I'm dealing with a serial killer.

As you wish.

Thank you very much for bringing me to this place.

It feels like a real home.

- Do you remember-- - Shall we begin, sir?

- Yes. - Okay.

(intense music)

Photographs from the three crime scenes.

It's nothing new for you, but still, take a look and tell us

if you find anything different.

Photographs only show what the photographer wants you to see.

I can only help you if I see the crime scene with my own eyes.

Virat Malhotra's was the last murder, right?

Yes.

I want to visit the crime scene.

That's not possible.

I'll allow it.

Yes, sir.

Sir, I don't think it's a good idea.

Taking her out can be a security risk.

It's okay.

We need results quickly.

What's your assessment? What do you think of her?

Sir, she hides a lot behind her smile.

Correct.

Like the photographer, she will only show you

what she wants you to see.

- Be very careful. - Sir.

(intense music)

(metal clanks)

(elevator dings)

The body was found here.

(eerie music)

(grunts)

(suspenseful music)

Can I see the photos that were taken here again?

This award was in his hand.

He copied my third murder perfectly.

You must remember, Arun?

- The politician. - And a child rapist.

After killing him, I placed his Humanitarian Award in his hands.

I remember.

And I mentioned this only once in my confession statement, Arun.

Bloody hell.

He has read my file.

There is no other way he could have known about this award.

Sir, you said only six people had read that file.

Right. And one of them is me.

I need the names of the other five, sir.

You'll have them by morning.

Mrs. Deshpande, you saw these photos at the safe house as well.

You could have given us the information right there.

Why did you have to bring us here?

I've spent 25 years in jail.

I'm a little rusty.

In order to think like a killer, I needed to be here.

I wasted some of your time, but I did help, right?

(sighs)

So, now I want you to do me a favour.

(intriguing music)

You're only being given this much liberty

because the commissioner trusts you.

If it were up to me, I'd not let you step foot inside the kitchen.

- Yes, sir. - This isn't your house.

This is a police operation.

Yes.

(upbeat music)

Of the six people who have read the file, three are dead.

The public prosecutor is 75 years old.

He burnt the file long back.

He said no mark of such a woman should be kept in the house.

We're left with you and defence lawyer Jehan Daruwala.

I'm going to meet him, sir.

(doorbell rings)

(safe creaks)

What the fuck! It's not here?

What do you mean?

I keep all my special files in this safe.

And mind you, Mrs. Deshpande was super special.

Hers is the only file missing.

Perhaps you put it somewhere else.

Don't misjudge me looking at the mess here, dear.

I know exactly which paper is where.

Does anyone else have the keys to this safe?

This has to be the work of that asshole Hosh.

Who?

My nephew. A useless son of a bitch.

After my sister's death, I was emotional

and told Hosh to stay with me.

It's been 30 years, but that good-for-nothing guy

has done nothing in life.

I need to talk to him, sir.

Wait for a bit. He'll be here soon.

He stays up all night and sleeps through the day.

Can I see a photo of his?

Why would I keep that idiot's photo?

(vehicle honks)

- There... his highness has arrived. - (honks)

(Hosh) Watchman, open the gate!

(gate creaks)

Is it him?

(intense music)

No guns in the house! I'm telling you, I hate guns!

Hey!

Stop!

Fuck!

Alert the control room.

A golden scooter. Number plate MH1BA421.

Run it. Yeah.

Inspector, what has this asshole done?

Show me his room.

(suspenseful music)

(door creaks)

(water dripping)

I've cooked some extra food. Please ask your team to eat.

You cook, you eat.

Okay.

(Mrs. Deshpande) Dear Hosh, it's a good thought.

I too would like to sit with you and drink whiskey, instead of beer.

I thought you were...

But I also know... That's why...

You don't like this world...

I pray for your well-being.

I enjoy our conversations..

Yours truly, Seema Deshpande.

Sir, Mrs. Deshpande was in touch with Hosh.

I'm sure that Hosh is the killer.

She was lying to us, sir.

This was all a sham.

(intense music)

(tense music)

(indistinct chatter)

(tense music)

Did she receive my letter?

Is there a message for me?

The letter has been given to the guard.

You'll receive it outside.

I'll bring another letter next week.

This is from Hosh.

(Hosh) Dear Mrs. Deshpande.

There are many in this world who occupy unnecessary space

and don't deserve to live.

I want you to understand me.

Please understand that I'm just like you.

And it's very important for me to feel that.

Your true friend, Hosh.

(title song)

DEAR HOSH, THAT'S A GREAT THOUGHT...

These are the letters you wrote to Hosh.

I found them in his house.

And these are the letters Hosh wrote you,

the ones you kept in jail with your friend Asmita.

You seem to have become strong friends.

Tell us a bit about her as well.

Nothing?

I don't know how,

but Hosh found out that I was in Hyderabad jail.

He arrived there and sent me a message,

asking to meet.

I refused.

I sent Asmita.

He gave the letters to Asmita,

and said that, if I didn't reply to those letters,

- he would expose me. - You're lying, Mrs. Deshpande.

Hosh is your creation, isn't he?

There are many psychos like Hosh in the world.

Says the one who killed eight people without reason.

You don't understand.

This world is full of twisted people who see it's filth

and feel compelled to sin.

Hosh is one of them.

Haven't you read his letters?

His sick mind's imagination was running wild.

I read them. Not once, but ten times.

"My perfect Sunday.

"My boss is tied to a chair.

And as I sip my beer, I am plucking out his nails,

one by one, using tongs."

And your reply to this was...

"That's a great thought, Hosh.

"But instead of beer--"

"I prefer whiskey."

Don't try to act oversmart.

He has written about many such fantasies of his

in his letters to you, and you have encouraged him each time.

I had no other choice.

Another lie, Mrs. Deshpande!

(sighs)

Hosh had a long list.

He wanted to pluck out the nails of many.

His old boss, the new shopkeeper...

But the three people he killed so far

weren't mentioned anywhere in his letters.

May I know why?

- I don't know. - So, is he just randomly

killing people?

Either way, you are responsible for creating that demon.

I know that.

Inspector.

Not every psycho who speaks about murder actually does it.

Some psychos simply talk.

It's not easy to find out who just talks about it

and who actually intends to kill.

Zeenat... Zeenat.

He has killed three so far.

And he will surely kill more.

You must know something about Hosh.

It's imperative that we stop him.

We never met in person.

If we had, I would be able to understand him better.

Leave these letters with me.

The answer lies in them.

Sir, can I have a word with you?

Please.

Sir, this woman is lying to us.

Let's use third-degree, and she'll blurt out everything.

I've tried third-degree 25 years ago, Tejas.

We beat her up continuously for three days and three nights.

And she smiled through it.

You're angry right now.

But be patient. She will help us.

Yes, sir.

(tense music)

(door creaks)

Let me go...

Please let me go.

(whimpering)

Let me go...

(pants)

Please let me go.

(sobs)

(Hosh humming)

(intense music)

Please let me go.

(continues humming)

(sobs)

I have a daughter! Please!

No! No!

(screams) No!

Sir.

Sir, Pallavi Sonawane.

That night, Virat Malhotra's murder...

Yeah.

Sir, can I speak to you for a minute?

- Come. - Thank you, sir.

(Pallavi) Sir, when I saw you

at Virat Malhotra's apartment that night,

I knew that this isn't just an ordinary murder case.

And the way the body had been posed in front of the mirror...

seemed strange to me.

So, I called up a few police stations,

and, sir, I found the exact same pattern.

Robby Carvalho, Mazgaon.

Ramesh Patel, Kalbadevi.

Serial killer, sir.

Good work, Inspector.

Sir, there is one more thing which might interest you.

To keep Virat Malhotra's eyes open,

the killer used a local stationery glue on his eyelids.

Sir, this detail was missed in the post-mortems

of the previous two murders.

Again, good work, Inspector.

Thank you, sir.

Sir, I have a request.

Tell me.

Sir, I want to work on this case.

A serial killer case in Mumbai is rare, sir.

And this one isn't like Raman Raghav,

who killed the poor and homeless.

This killer targets the upper strata.

I will keep you in mind.

But for now, don't share information about this case with anyone.

I don't want the city to panic.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

(Hosh) I have no friends.

The world is my enemy.

By pouring my heart out and venting my frustration to you...

I feel light for the first time.

(muffled voice)

Mrs. Deshpande, there is no one

in this world who is worthy of my friendship.

Every single person is deceitful.

They think I'm worthless.

I'll kill every motherfucker who has insulted me.

Are the letters still here?

I want to see them.

Please.

(tense music)

12/07/2024

Connect me to Inspector Tejas.

Please?

(cell phone buzzes)

Tell me, Omkar.

Sir, the inmate wants to talk to you.

Fine, give her the phone.

Hello, Inspector.

Yes, Mrs. Deshpande?

Hosh was angry all the time.

Every letter had many new enemies.

But after he accepted me as his friend,

he calmed down a little.

Then, suddenly, his letters stopped.

After 12th July, he stopped coming to jail as well.

His next letter came on 17th August.

This time, he seemed angrier than before.

He wrote...

"There is none in the world who is worthy of my friendship anymore.

"Every single person is deceitful."

Something happened between 12th July and 17th August.

I think Hosh made a new friend.

And that friend did something that triggered him.

Please find out who that friend is.

(doorbell rings)

Sir, please tell me where Hosh was between 12th July and 17th August.

Was he in Mumbai or out of town?

There's nothing in the diary.

But I can tell you

he cannot survive a day outside Mumbai.

No career, no hobby. He's a bloody freeloader.

Does he have any friends?

No one can tolerate him for more than ten days.

Not a single friend in school or college.

As soon as someone said hello, the idiot would cling to them.

You mentioned July, didn't you?

Yes.

In July, he secured a job at a construction company.

(Hosh laughing)

- There was a boy there. - Okay, bye.

I don't know his name.

But he would often drop Hosh home.

I thought he had finally made a friend.

But a few days later, that stopped too.

What was the name of that construction company?

Patel... Mehta... something like that...

And in the logo of the company...

(indistinct chatter)

The centre of the logo...

had a red-coloured eagle.

I need information about a construction company.

It has something to do with a Patel or Mehta surname.

The centre of their logo has a red eagle.

Yes, find out the name. It's very urgent. Yes.

(suspenseful music)

Hey, smokey smokerson.

You motherfucker! You don't get paid to smoke here!

Come on, get to work!

And you! Do you need an invitation? Come on!

Hey, hurry up. Come on.

ACP Tejas, Crime Branch.

Good morning, sir.

Sir, we have the legal documents of this construction site.

Do you know Hosh Daruwala?

Don't mention that man's name, sir.

He worked for you a few months ago.

Where is he now?

Hiring him on site was a mistake, sir.

I hired him at Jatin's behest,

or I'd have kicked that psycho out of here on the very first day.

Who is Jatin?

Our project supervisor.

- He is truly generous, sir. - Was he Hosh's friend?

Hosh believed Jatin was his friend.

So he would climb into Jatin's ass all the time.

Once Jatin realised it, he started avoiding him.

Where will I find Jatin?

I too have been looking for him.

He has been missing since Monday.

What do you mean by missing?

It was his wife's birthday last Friday, so he went to Lonavala.

He was supposed to return by Monday, but he didn't show up.

His phone is off too, sir.

Where in Lonavala?

His wife's aunt owns a bungalow there.

Do you know the address?

(whistling)

(humming)

(eerie music)

(clock ticking)

(sobbing)

(Jatin's wife) Calm down, dear...

(muffled) You'll be fine. I'm with you, dear.

Calm down, please...

Jaya, move your hand.

(sobbing continues)

I've brought the best food

from the best restaurant in Lonavala.

Because all guests are special.

Please let my child go.

Let her go. Keep me if you want.

That I will, for sure.

(sighs in contentment)

Head of the family.

Jatin couldn't be a good father or a good husband.

But I will be.

(sobbing)

Shush...

Shush...

Lunch time.

Let's eat first, and then we can get to work.

(mysterious music)

(sobbing)

Eat.

(mysterious music continues)

Why isn't the child eating?

- Eat, dear... - No...

- Please eat... - What happened, my child?

Don't you like the food?

Oh!

I have brownies and ice cream too. Okay?

I'll get that.

(tense music)

(sniffs)

(music rises)

(tense music continues)

(water running)

(screams)

Hey!

- Back off! Hey! - (Hosh growls)

Bhaskar! Take them.

- Back off! - (Hosh growls)

Back off!

- Put the knife down! - (screams)

Hey! Put the knife down!

(gun fires)

(knife clinks)

Down.

Down!

Hands behind.

- Sawant. - (Hosh panting)

Hey...

Get in.

Go on.

Move.

(car engine whirrs)

- (Arun) Hello? - Sir, we got him.

(nails rasping)

(door creaks)

- Hello, Hosh. - Hello.

Is this being recorded?

It's procedure. We have to do it.

- It's okay, right? - Yeah.

A raspberry soda for you.

Mr. Daruwala mentioned it's your favourite.

By the way, I'm ACP Tejas Phadke.

And I'm sorry for the..

That was only to scare you.

I had no intention of hurting you.

Trying to be my friend, ACP?

I thought, if we became friends,

this process would be easier for the two of us.

Well, I have more than enough evidence against you.

I can show it to you.

Let's start with these letters.

I found them at your place.

Mrs. Deshpande wrote these to you.

- You must remember? - Of course.

Those were the days.

We shared a lot of ideas and dreams.

Friends are important in life, aren't they, ACP?

I agree.

Is that why you killed your friend Jatin?

Robby Carvalho.

Ramesh Patel.

- Virat Malhotra. - (chuckles)

All three murders were exactly like those of Mrs. Deshpande's.

When it comes to copying, you set the benchmark, Hosh.

These three, who thought of themselves as kings,

begged for their lives. (chuckles)

If you were there, you would have enjoyed it too.

(chuckles)

Very impressive, Hosh.

You stole Mrs. Deshpande's file from your uncle's safe.

You learnt her methods.

In fact, you even placed an award in the hands of your third victim.

(chuckles)

(laughs softly)

Hosh.

Hosh.

Good-for-nothing.

Isn't that what your uncle calls you?

Don't waste my time.

Just confess.

I want to meet Mrs. Deshpande.

She's in Hyderabad Central Jail under the name Zeenat.

Fix my meeting with her in private.

You'll get your confession.

I will.

First, tell me where you've hidden Jatin's body.

First meeting, then confession.

(tense music)

Hmm?

(car engine whirrs)

(door creaks)

- You caught him. - Yes.

That means it's time to return to prison.

Not yet. Hosh wants to meet you.

Hosh still hasn't told us about Jatin whereabouts.

It is possible that he killed him,

but if he hasn't, then, in order to save Jatin,

you will need to meet Hosh.

I'm here to help you.

Tell me when.

(tense music)

(exciting music)

Hosh laid a condition of speaking to you in private.

Done, sir.

We will be listening from the monitoring room.

- If he gets aggressive-- - I can protect myself.

Right.

(car engine whirrs)

(suspenseful music)

Don't try anything.

Mrs. Deshpande.

Namaskar, Hosh.

(pants)

I can't believe... you're in front of me.

The skill you used to copy my work…

has compelled me to meet my copycat.

Did you really like my work?

- Did I make you proud? - Absolutely.

I'm very happy with you, Hosh.

(chuckles)

So, tell me, Hosh.

How did it feel?

What, Mrs. Deshpande?

How did it feel when you tightened the rope?

When the neck slowly started to rip...

When droplets of blood started oozing out

for the first time.

When both the eyes started popping out...

How did it feel?

Magic.

Did they beg for their lives?

Cry?

Grovel?

Tell me everything, Hosh. I want to know.

They cried, grovelled, begged...

but my mind was only focused on you, Mrs. Deshpande.

- What happened then? - Then...

I felt even more encouraged.

For a moment, I felt

as if I were God.

Someone who is invincible.

Who is undefeatable.

I have never felt

this powerful in life before.

This emotion...

this experience...

only the two of us can understand this, Hosh.

Exactly, Mrs. Deshpande.

I could live this moment only because of you.

I'm happy that I could be of use to you.

And that's why your secret will always be safe with me.

Secret?

(eerie music)

S... Sorry...

S... Sorry, Mrs. Deshpande.

I... I didn't intend to upset you.

I read your letters.

You always wrote about how you always speak the truth.

So, tell me the truth now, Hosh.

And stop referring to yourself as my copycat.

What do you mean?

I... don't understand.

You have never copied my work.

You never killed anyone.

No, that's... not true.

- It's true. - No, it is a lie.

- Look at me. - It's a lie...

Look at me!

You didn't kill anyone.

- You're not capable of killing. - No...

You're weak, cowardly, perverted, impotent.

No! I... I killed Robby.

- I killed V... Vineet. - Have you seen yourself?

People like you are referred to as crazy in Marathi.

- No. - You don't even remember the names

- of the people you killed. - No...

- You're a liar. - No!

Your entire life is based on a lie.

Just your own delusions...

ones you don't have the guts to fulfil.

(sobs)

- You disgust me. - (sobbing)

(eerie music)

My child.

(shushes)

Now, be a good boy

and tell me where Jatin is.

In an abandoned building.

- Where? - In Lonavala.

Which building in Lonavala?

(sobs)

At NH 4 highway,

when you take a left, there's a dirt road.

Towards the right, you'll see a building.

I've held Jatin captive on the first floor there.

(sobbing)

Send a team to Lonavala immediately.

I'll send you the details. Run. Right now.

(sobbing grows louder)

Hosh.

Hosh!

(whimpering)

(tense music)

What is she saying?

(sobbing)

(sobbing continues)

No... Fuck!

(sobbing continues)

What's going on here?

What did you say to him?

What did you whisper in his ears?

Tejas.

- Tejas... Rajeev! - Yes, sir.

Take him to the hospital.

(sobbing softens)

Sir, this woman is toying with us.

- She is hiding something from us. - It's okay, Tejas.

- Sir, she's definitely-- - It's okay, Tejas.

Jatin is still alive.

Arun, this means the one who is actually copying me

is currently on the prowl for his next prey.

(upbeat music playing)

(crowd whooping)

(suspenseful music)

(door bangs)

(Jatin cries) No, no, no!

Don't be afraid; Mumbai Police.

(upbeat music grows faint)

- Suresh! - Yes, sir.

- Thank you, sir. - Love you, man.

Thank you. Thank you, sir.

(singing nonsensically)

(tyres screech)

(murmurs)

- Jai Hind, sir. - Jai Hind.

Jatin is alive because of you.

And... I got a little too upset yesterday.

It's okay.

Today, after years, I've made Kolhapuri mutton

using an old recipe.

Please ask your team to eat.

Half the team will eat, the other half will remain on guard.

Okay, sir.

You still don't trust me?

You're still a prisoner.

Prisoner sounds better than killer.

Would you like some?

Thank you.

- It's good. - Just good?

It's delicious.

Thank you.

Why did you become a police officer?

So, have we become friends now, Mrs. Deshpande?

We work together,

so it'll be easier if we understand each other.

You know everything about me.

Not everything.

Only the information that's in the file.

What else would you like to know?

How did you kill people?

I will answer that question

if you answer my question first.

Well played, Mrs. Deshpande. You know how to negotiate.

Okay, I'll answer your question, but only one.

My reason for killing them was the same reason you

or the soldiers of this country kill people.

Oh, so you were protecting this country by killing people.

If you were left with no other alternative, would you not kill?

The answer to a question cannot be a question.

Answer me then. Would you kill or not?

- I would. - Why?

Because society has allowed you to.

No.

Because evil should be punished.

You're right.

Evil should be punished.

The people I killed weren't ordinary bad people.

They were demons.

You don't believe me?

Ask Arun.

I will.

So, you were a vigilante killer?

I mean

someone who thinks they're killing for the betterment of the society.

Yes. Your turn now.

Why did you choose this path?

I don't know.

Maybe I played too much cop and robbers as a child.

Maybe your parents wanted their son to be a police officer?

I'm an orphan, Mrs. Deshpande.

My dad died of cancer and mom in a car accident.

My life could have been different, but Ajoba took care of me.

What about your wife and kids?

You were only allowed one question.

Last question, I promise.

I have a wife but no kids.

Just her and Ajoba, that's my family.

(sighs)

I think I'm done.

(grave music)

Sir, here's the file you asked for.

Thanks, Omkar.

(muffled voice)

- It's too muffled, sir. - I know.

- Can the audio be cleared? - I'll try, sir.

It'll take time.

I'll have to isolate the frequency and boost it.

Okay. Let me know when it's done.

Okay, sir.

(cell phone buzzes)

- Hello, ACP. - Doctor, how's Hosh's condition?

He suddenly grew violent yesterday.

We had to sedate him.

ACP, I'm telling you, this is a complete mental breakdown.

Okay.

(all singing) ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ - ♪ Happy birthday to me ♪

- ♪ Happy birthday, dear Ajoba ♪ - ♪ Happy birthday to me ♪

- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ - ♪ To me ♪ (laughs)

(soft music playing)

Ajoba, I love you.

My child.

Cuties.

Look, your husband still cries like a little child.

Ajoba, this is called a modern male.

He's expressing his feelings.

Unlike you.

A man has the right to cry only once.

Yes, yes, I know... when he's born.

- Okay, my turn! - Yes.

Hey, no, don't give him such a big piece. A small one.

- Why not? - He'll eat it. Don't...

Just give it to me. Don't be scared.

Before diabetes can, your love will kill me.

- (Tanvi) Wow, dialogue! - Feed me.

- Happy birthday! - Ajoba, we want to see you

at 100 not out.

- Yes, exactly. - Really? Is that it?

Then, I want at least

- three great-grandchildren from you. - (Tanvi) That's all?

Wonderful, Ajoba!

I'm ready to open an account,

but she's busy with her salon. How will it happen?

- Really? I'm busy? - Give me at least one.

At least one. Just one.

No, babe, please, not now.

Hey, shut up. What's your problem?

Oh, hello! I was the one who brought you both together.

- That gives me some say! - Exactly, she has a point.

- Exactly. - Listen, don't worry.

I'm using every contraceptive possible.

His sperm will never reach the target.

Dear Lord! What am I hearing?

I'm with you, Ajoba.

I don't like these private talks in public.

No, hold on for one second.

Ajoba, you too must have had fun with Ajji when you were young.

- Hey, you have no idea. - I want to have an idea.

Tell her that story

- when you went to watch a film. - I don't want to hear.

- Corner seats... - Anything else you want to know

about sperms, Ajoba? I can explain.

She's highly educated, Ajoba.

- Ajoba... - (laughing)

(romantic song playing)

Can this play any song?

Yes.

Well, the mutton you made this afternoon was quite good.

Thank you.

This is called a smartphone.

You can not only listen to songs but also do almost anything on this.

When I went to jail, we used STD booths to make calls.

Will you teach me how to use this?

I like learning new things.

- Look, that's not possible-- - It's okay.

Just play your favourite song.

Okay.

(another song starts playing)

(song echoes)

(choking)

(eerie music)

(gasping)

(performing rhythmic footwork)

Hands strong!

(rhythmic footwork continues)

Look at your hands.

(eerie music)

(rhythm fades)

(lion growling)

(growling continues)

- (loud roar) - (gasps)

(panting)

(melancholic music)

(breathes heavily)

(title song)

(indistinct chatter)

(journalist) Currently reporting from Navi Mumbai,

where a 44-year-old IT consultant D.K. Murthy

was murdered in his apartment last night.

And as always, Sansani 24/7 is here before the Mumbai Police.

(indistinct chatter)

Please move aside.

Send another team. I need the media out.

I'll call you back. Sir.

How did the media get here so quickly?

Sir, the maid found the body first.

She informed the neighbours.

And the neighbours found it more appropriate

to call the media first rather than the police.

- Is it the same MO? - Yes, sir.

(camera clicking)

Sir, I think the killer is physically very strong.

I mean, just look at him.

He weighs 86 kilos.

To kill a man of this size,

it must have taken a lot of strength.

And, sir, the killer is getting more creative by the day.

(intense music)

Correct. The window between murders is reducing.

He's being hasty.

He killed Virat ten days ago.

We can't hide the existence of this killer

from the public anymore.

Right, sir.

Tejas.

More...

Tejas, we need to form a special investigation team.

Yes, sir.

And this team cannot find out about Mrs. Deshpande.

- She remains our secret. - Right, sir.

(indistinct chatter)

(suspenseful music)

You and your team will operate from this location.

I've asked them to assemble in the conference room.

- Okay. - No one else in the department

knows about this operation.

- Good morning, Pallavi. - Sir.

- Good morning, everyone. - Good morning, sir.

Pallavi, this is ACP Tejas. He's leading this operation.

- You will report to him. - Sir.

The way you connected the three murders...

- very impressive, Pallavi. - Thank you, sir.

As per my instructions, Pallavi has formed a team.

Why don't you introduce your team?

This is SI Haniya. She's in charge of our tech unit.

Haniya's team will handle digital surveillance,

data analysis and communication interception.

- SI Praveer. - Hello, sir.

- Hello. - Praveer's team will cover

ground intelligence and field operations.

- Sir, may I? - It's your team.

I'm sure you've all read the case files and are updated.

(Praveer) Yes, sir.

Pallavi, prepare the victim profiles accurately.

- Let's start with that. - Sir.

Praveer, activate your networks. Interrogate everyone.

Victims' families, friends, friends of friends.

- Don't leave anyone out. - Yes, sir.

Haniya, study the digital footprints of the victims in detail.

- Okay, sir. - Their social media profiles,

posts, the websites they visited, what they searched for, everything.

Yes, sir.

We don't have time. We need to move fast.

And we need to catch that son of a bitch.

- Sorry, sir. - It's okay.

- Okay? - Okay.

- Shall we, sir? - Yes. Pallavi, carry on.

Sir.

Without taking too much of your time,

let me tell you that

the Mumbai Police is yet to release a statement regarding this case

because, until now, we have been collecting information.

A special investigation team has been formed for this case.

ACP Tejas Phadke will be leading this team.

Did you know this, Tanvi?

No.

These four murders are definitely connected.

It's possible that one killer is behind all four murders.

Sir, you mean a serial killer?

We must use that term responsibly.

This is a sensitive matter.

In all four murders,

we have noticed some similar and recurring patterns.

(reporter) Has the Mumbai Police found

a witness or a suspect in this case?

This is an on-going investigation.

So, I'm not at liberty to disclose any further details.

Sir, is this going to pose a danger to the citizens of Mumbai?

Because this happens all the time.

The Mumbai Police fails to do its job

and then the people

- are left in fear-- - (Arun) No, the people need not fear.

The Mumbai Police is always prepared to protect.

Public safety is our first priority.

And let me assure you all,

we will solve this case at the earliest.

- That will be all. - (reporters speak over each other)

- (Arun) Thank you for coming. - (reporters clamour)

MAHARASHTRA POLICE HEADQUARTERS

Sir, I've cleaned up the audio.

Play it.

(Hosh sobbing)

Hosh.

Hosh.

Hosh!

(suspenseful music)

You won't be able to face anyone after all this drama.

Earlier, people only thought you were a failure.

But now they'll also know how big a liar,

a coward and an impotent man you are!

Look at yourself in the mirror.

Peep into yourself.

Ask yourself, "Why should I stay alive any longer?"

The only answer you'll find is

staying alive has no point anymore.

End this game. End it, Hosh.

Liberate yourself.

Liberate yourself, Hosh!

- Liberate yourself! - (glass shatters)

- Hello, ACP. - Doctor, how is Hosh feeling?

He's fine now. He's sleeping.

Please go and reconfirm this.

Okay, I'll check.

Open the door.

(sighs)

Hosh?

(tense music)

You all work very hard.

On guard day and night.

Yes, we have to, since the team is small.

That too, for me!

When I was of your age,

I'd stand for 12-14 hours to cook.

I had a small restaurant in Pune.

My sweet modaks were very famous.

I want to make some for you all as well.

You must be around six-seven people here?

Yes, almost.

Imran!

Why are you talking to the prisoner?

Sorry, sir.

And you! You only have the permission to cook,

not to chitchat with my team.

Okay.

Wait inside in the room. Sir is on his way.

(tyre screeching)

(Mrs. Deshpande) Look at yourself in the mirror.

Peep into yourself.

Ask yourself, "Why should I stay alive any longer?"

The only answer you'll find is

staying alive has no point anymore.

Bring this game to an end.

Liberate yourself.

Hosh killed himself.

You knew he'd do it.

I didn't know, but I hoped.

You killed him.

Hosh had been preparing to jump anyway.

I just gave him a little nudge to help him.

So that your secret can remain a secret forever.

And that's why your secret will always be safe with me.

So that my secret can remain a secret forever.

Number four?

D.K. Murthy, 44.

(intense music)

I think the killer and D.K. Murthy knew each other.

- How? - Looking at the photo,

it appears that the man was large in size.

Bringing a man of his size down on his back

to strangle him is very difficult.

It requires a lot of strength.

But if they knew each other,

then it would have been easier for the killer.

This requires skill too.

It's no less than an art.

You don't understand?

Let me show you.

Don't worry, Inspector. I won't let you get hurt.

First, I'd go very close to those dirtbags.

(intense music)

From behind.

Then I'd do two things together.

Kick behind the knee and tighten the rope around the neck.

Now your balance is in my hands.

Then, I'd slowly bring them down on their backs.

Come. At this point, they'd struggle.

Go on, struggle.

This is when I'd grab them between my legs.

And I'd keep pulling the rope until they stopped breathing.

(breathes heavily)

This is Krav Maga.

Yes. A friend from the military taught me.

- Are you all right? - Yes.

That man knows the minute details of my work.

He has read my file carefully.

I agree.

Thank you, Mrs. De...

Thank you, Zeenat.

I like meeting you, Inspector.

- Omkar... - Sir.

(slow intense music trails off)

Sir, our four victims, Robby Carvalho, Ramesh Patel,

Virat Malhotra and D.K. Murthy.

One was a fish broker, the other an accountant,

the third one was in Bollywood and the fourth in IT.

But one thing is common amongst all four.

Flashy lifestyles.

Sir, all four loved to show off on social media

and all four had multiple girlfriends as well.

Our team is interrogating their office colleagues.

Do one thing.

Focus more on their personal relationships.

- Sir. - I'm sure the killer knew

all his victims and had met them before.

Sir, it's possible that the killer was targeting the victims

through social media.

Quite possible.

Praveer, go to all the bars and pubs that the victims frequented.

See if there's a pattern.

All our victims met one individual regularly.

- I need that information. - Yes.

Praveer.

I'm sending you the names of all the Krav Maga instructors in Mumbai.

Do you know what Krav Maga is?

A self-defence technique, right?

Correct. It's an Israeli martial art form.

Meet them in person.

I want the names and addresses of all their clients,

- new and old. - (cell phone buzzing)

- Send that. - Okay.

Yes, Mr. Daruwala?

ACP, I forgot to tell you something the other day.

About five-six years back, the government ordered

the digitisation of all court files.

They must have given the contract to some IT company.

Exactly.

That means even the employees of that IT company

must have had access to these files.

Correct.

Also, I'm really very sorry for your loss.

May the boy rest in peace.

Bye, sir.

- Haniya. - Yes, sir.

Find out which IT company got the contract

to digitise the Pune court records from 25 years ago.

Okay, sir.

I want the name of every employee from that company

who was working on this project.

On it, sir.

Sir, how's that connected to the case?

I'll tell you.

(intense music)

(Arun) A special investigation team has been formed for this case.

ACP Tejas Phadke will be leading this team.

Without taking too much of your time, let me tell you that

the Mumbai Police is yet to release a statement regarding this case

because, until now, we have been collecting information.

It's possible that one killer is behind all four murders.

(reporter) Sir, you mean a serial killer?

(Arun) We must use that term responsibly.

This is a sensitive matter.

In all the four murders...

(press conference continues playing)

(eerie music)

- (Arun) That will be all. - (reporters speak over each other)

- Thank you for coming. - (reporters clamour)

(cell phone buzzing)

Finally, you picked up my call.

Tell me, Suryavanshi.

At the press conference, you made no mention of the Pune murders.

We've already wasted time on this topic.

Why do you have a problem in admitting

that the same Pune killer is back?

Suryavanshi, sharing the progress of the case with you is not my duty.

Fine. Then listen to what I have to say as well.

If you don't mention the Pune murders in the next few days,

I will.

(humming)

- Hi. - Hi.

Tired?

Hmm. Long day.

Can I get some love?

No, you can't.

Why? What have I done?

Serial killer assignment?

Top secret for me, and then a press conference?

Sorry.

Everything happened very quickly.

Does that mean you won't come home again?

(clicks tongue) No...

It's not an undercover operation.

It's a regular assignment. I'll come home every day.

Good.

So, now you can get love.

Are you done being angry?

Now, what can I do?

I was the one who decided to marry a cop.

Now I'm not worried.

(both laugh)

Anyway, it's not like

you are meeting a serial killer every day.

Yeah, that's right.

What are you cooking, ma'am?

Noodles in Szechuan sauce.

- That's interesting. - (doorbell rings)

Ajoba.

Pithla-bhakri, specially for you.

This is great.

Ajoba, you saved me.

I'd have had to eat the Chinese she made.

- (laughs) - Shut up.

Ajoba.

Ajoba has brought pithla-bhakri with a lot of effort.

Let's have that.

Sure. I'll serve the pithla-bhakri.

I saw you on TV.

Really? Super cop Tejas Phadke.

What super cop?

This is a dangerous job.

Really?

Says the man who walks by himself at night to the temple.

What nonsense!

Your serial killer isn't crazy to kill just anyone.

Ajoba, that's what I'm saying.

The serial killer isn't crazy to kill just anyone.

You don't know.

These serial killers are strange creatures.

How do you know that?

Do you know a serial killer?

You... You only convince this stubborn guy.

Your grandson, your problem.

Fine. I'll pray to Lord Ganpati for your safety.

Ajoba, your blessings are with me.

Nothing will happen to me.

Why are you like this!

(intense music)

ADDRESS - SAI SADAN SOCIETY, SAMARTH NAGAR, CHEMBUR, MUMBAI-400071

(sighs)

Ajoba, if you feel dizzy while walking, eat chocolate.

Give it to him.

You're forgetting, dear,

I've been doing this for ten years now.

You're forgetting too that you were young

ten years ago, but aren't anymore. So, please.

Ajoba, arguing with him is futile.

Wonderful, Ajoba.

I told you with so much love and you didn't pay any heed to me.

But listened to your daughter-in-law instead.

I listen to the wise.

Really? Your daughter-in-law is wise? What about me?

You are too, but she's wiser.

- (Tanvi laughs) - Never mind. Call me. Okay?

- Okay, see you. - See you.

- Bye, Ajoba. - Bye.

Come on, champ!

(eerie music)

(clock ticking)

(grave music)

(Zeenat) My modaks were very famous.

You must be around six-seven people here?

(Imran) Yes, almost.

(Zeenat) I want to make some for you all as well.

(intense music)

(Zeenat) The modaks are ready.

(clock ticking)

Won't you eat some?

I don't eat food made by a prisoner.

(intense music)

(yelling) Omkar-ji!

(groaning)

(tense music)

Inmate.

(groaning)

What's going on?

Inmate.

(straining, grunting)

Sleep.

Don't fight it. Just sleep.

(panting)

(tense music)

(doorbell rings)

(door creaks)

(dogs bark)

(man) Yes, I'll take the dogs.

(eerie music)

(indistinct chatter)

(cell phone buzzes)

Yeah?

What?

Fuck! Sorry, Tanvi.

(tense music)

Sorry, sir.

Everyone was drugged, and I was made unconscious--

You were six fucking people.

Don't you know who that woman is?

A 50-year-old woman fooled you all and escaped.

I'm extremely sorry, sir.

Let's see the footage.

(tense music)

Omkar, at what time did this happen?

At 3:10 a.m.

Six hours ago.

You were right, Tejas.

I shouldn't have trusted her.

This was all just an act.

What happened? Bad date again?

I'm only destined to find weirdos.

Why? What did this one do?

(sighs)

So, we started kissing.

And then, he suddenly turned the light on.

And you know how much I hate that, so I left.

Come on, Divya. Stop looking for your Mr. Perfect.

No such man exists.

But you always say Tejas is absolutely perfect.

Well, every rule has its exceptions.

And the person making him perfect also matters.

Screw you, Tanvi.

Well, serves you right for being a snob, okay?

Robby Carvalho from Mazgaon, Ramesh Patel from Kalbadevi,

Andheri's famous actor, Virat Malhotra,

and last night, D.K. Murthy from Navi Mumbai.

We have a serial killer in our midst in Mumbai.

All four were strangled to death using a nylon rope.

Small-time serial killers have struck Mumbai before,

- but a terror of this scale... - Hello.

- Hi, ma'am. - Hello. I need a haircut.

Do you have an appointment?

No. I'm from another city.

I don't have much time.

Please try and accommodate me.

- Actually, ma'am-- - It's just a simple haircut.

This girl can never do anything simple.

But, Tanvi, I'm sure we can accommodate ma'am.

Sure, ma'am. Please come.

Sir, she must have hidden the powder in this.

She must have brought it with her from Hyderabad jail.

She planned this in advance.

My name is Zeenat.

Okay, Zeenat. I'm Tanvi, and this is Divya.

Hi.

Nice to meet you both.

Oh, God, Zeenat! Your hair is in a terrible condition.

When was the last time you shampooed properly?

(chuckles) It's been ages.

Zeenat, if you don't take good care of your hair,

then your hair won't take care of you either.

And whoever cut your hair

cannot be a stylist. He's definitely a butcher!

(laughs) You're right.

Let me wash your hair first. Come.

- I'll do it, Tanvi. - Okay.

Tejas, did she ever ask you anything personal?

What about your wife and kids?

I have a wife, but no kids.

Just her and Ajoba.

Yes, the day she made mutton,

she asked me about my family.

What's bothering you, sir?

Tejas, I'm sure you're aware

that serial killers want to be a part of the police investigation.

They take interest in the personal lives of the investigating officers.

Check on your family. Call them.

Yes, sir.

There is magic in your hands, Divya.

Thank you, ma'am.

(indistinct chatter on TV)

(cell phone buzzes)

- Hello. - Ajoba, is everything okay?

Nothing's okay.

Mr. Sharma's son got out on zero again.

Okay. Stay at home.

(cell phone buzzes)

You're getting a call.

Yes, it's my husband.

I'll call him back after your haircut.

Actually, I don't like being disturbed while working.

(tense music)

She didn't answer?

When I was undercover, I installed CCTV in Tanvi's salon.

(intense music)

Fuck!

I too loved to work.

I owned a restaurant many years ago.

People came from far off places

to eat my food.

Tanvi is a good cook too!

Really?

I'll murder you.

Unlike how people came from far away to eat your food,

when Tanvi cooks, they run far away.

(chuckles)

People run away,

but my Teju always stays with me.

No matter how badly I cook, the poor guy eats the food happily.

And that's all that matters to me.

You're very lucky then.

He's lucky too. (laughs)

I hope you two always stay happy together.

Thank you.

(intense music)

How do you like it, Zeenat?

I can barely recognise myself.

You're so talented, my child.

- I can call you that, right? - Of course.

Oh, Tejas! What are you doing here?

What am I doing here, Zeenat?

Do you two know each other?

Yes, we were supposed to meet today.

But not here.

Were you two going to solve some case together?

Yes, something like that. Let's go.

But, Tejas, how did you know that ma'am was here at the salon?

The Mumbai Police finds people.

We're late for the meeting. Let's go.

There's no need for that.

The haircut was free. Let's go.

Thank you.

I'll explain later.

(intense music)

(birds chirp)

Get out.

Close the door.

Walk.

Go straight.

Are you really going to kill me in an encounter?

I can only be of use to you if I am alive.

You're of no use now.

You've crossed your limits today.

What will you tell your seniors?

No one will care.

Technically, Mrs. Deshpande doesn't exist.

I'll be killing a ghost.

I have reasons for what I did.

To hell with your reasons.

How did you find Tanvi's salon?

How dare you talk to Tanvi!

I just got a bit friendly with you

and you thought you have become a part of my life?

You think you're my family?

You're angry right now.

That's why you aren't thinking straight.

You're not a killer.

Don't do this.

Oh, so you're going to give me advice now?

Fuck you, Mrs. Deshpande!

Or Zeenat, or whatever your real name is.

(suspenseful music)

Don't stop.

Keep walking.

I'm not afraid of death.

But now I want to live.

I'm sure your victims said the same thing before they died.

I want to live.

Actually, by killing a woman like you,

I'll be doing the world a favour.

- No matter how much you beg-- - I want to live.

(shouts) Why should I keep you alive?

What do you give the world, you fucking serial killer?

I want to live!

I want to live with my son.

Your mother didn't die in an accident.

She's standing in front of you, Tejas.

(soft music)

- (metal clanks) - (liquid bubbling)

Hmm, nice.

- Turn it off in five minutes. - Yes.

Kothimbir vadi for table three.

Shev bhaaji for table five.

- I'll bring out the bhakris. - Yes, madam.

(people chattering)

I've brought piping hot bhakris.

And your favourite thecha.

- Let me know if you like it. - Okay.

Mr. Mhatre, you've come after so long.

- I was not in town. - Oh, I see.

- You want some bhakris? - Yes.

(sombre music)

Special modak for my good boy!

(soft music)

Hey! Eat slowly.

Don't be hasty.

Chew your food properly.

Listen, I'll finish closing the restaurant in ten minutes,

and then, Teju and his aai...

- will go watch a movie! (laughs) - Will go watch a movie!

Come here!

(sentimental music)

(title song)

(sombre music)

Sir, you knew all along?

We struck this deal with her 25 years ago

on the condition that she would confess to the eight murders,

and in return, we promised that her son

would be kept away from the case and her.

She didn't want even the slightest impact of it

to fall on you.

Was it her idea to bring me on this case?

But I want something in return.

You must bring my son Tejas Phadke on this case.

That was her only condition.

Sir, please take me off this case.

Please.

Okay, Tejas.

Thank you, sir.

Will it help if I apologised, Arun?

You betrayed my trust.

How did you render my team unconscious?

I grew mushrooms in jail.

They are not dangerous.

The amount of powder I added to the food

doesn't cause loss of consciousness for long.

- What about Omkar? - He refused to eat.

So, I had to use other means.

What if he had died?

You know my reasons for killing people, Arun.

I have never killed an innocent person.

If you brought the mushrooms with you from jail,

you must have planned this well in advance.

I thought... it might come in handy someday.

What was the need to run?

And if you did run, why did you allow yourself

to get caught so easily?

What else are you hiding from me?

It's difficult, Arun.

Every time I saw Tejas sitting in front of me,

I battled the urge to get up and hug him.

I wanted to caress his face.

You have no idea how much pain a mother feels

when she can't acknowledge her own son.

I've been through all kinds of torture.

But this...

Isn't this what you always wanted?

For your son to grow up thinking his mother is dead.

I know.

But I couldn't help myself.

Everything I had suppressed for 25 years

surfaced the moment I saw Tejas.

Believe me, Arun.

I had no intention of telling Tejas the truth.

But unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

So, there was no other reason behind your escape?

No other big plan?

No.

So, you simply wanted to witness the life your son

and daughter-in-law had built together, correct?

You left, went straight to their house,

and then to the parlour.

Then waited for the parlour to open. Correct?

Correct.

I just wanted to get a glimpse of their life and come back here.

If I intended to escape,

I wouldn't be sitting around in Tanvi's parlour.

I always thought you to be honest.

But I was wrong.

Like every common criminal,

you too have turned out to be a liar.

You said you reached Tanvi's parlour at 10 o'clock.

But you didn't go to Tanvi and Tejas's house before that.

We checked every CCTV camera in the area.

You left at 3:10 a.m.

At about 8:45 a.m., you reached Tanvi's parlour

and entered the place at 10:00 a.m.

The question is...

where were you between 3:10 a.m. and 9:00 a.m.?

You were missing for 5 hours and 45 minutes.

You went somewhere else too.

Am I right?

Did you go to meet the copycat?

The copycat that you created?

You know that's not true, Arun.

I have no idea what's true and what's not!

You tell me, Seema.

Trusting a serial killer has really paid off well for me.

Serves me right.

Mrs. Deshpande, you will now return to Hyderabad jail.

Because that's where you deserve to be.

(doorbell rings)

Teju! Come in.

Why did you lie about my mother?

I was always afraid this day would come.

Why did you hide this from me, Ajoba?

If not during my childhood, you could have told me later.

I promised her.

When did you find out that she was killing people?

At the time she got caught.

My mother is a serial killer. (scoffs)

Fuck!

This is why I never kept a single photo of her around the house.

I wiped out every trace of her.

If you had known the truth about her,

you would never have become the person you are today.

By keeping this from you,

your mother, my daughter did the right thing.

Are you really praising that woman, Ajoba?

Yes... and no.

- What she did-- - Eight people!

- She killed eight people. - I know.

But she was still a good mother.

(smirks) A good mother, Ajoba?

Tell me, is this why you went to Siddhivinayak every week?

To cleanse yourself of her sins?

We've all committed sins, Tejas.

But she never let the shadow of her sins fall on you.

(chuckles)

Who knows? Maybe there's a psycho hidden in me too, like her.

Stop this nonsense.

Ajoba, it feels like

I don't know who I am anymore.

In a single moment, everything's changed, Ajoba.

Please forgive me, dear.

What else have you kept from me? Now is the time.

Nothing.

This was it.

The weight has been taken off my shoulders today.

I know this is difficult, but you have to move on.

That's what your mother would want too.

She's not my mother.

Twenty-five years ago, a series of murders took place in Pune.

Not one, not two, but a total of eight.

A cheap nylon rope was used to strangle the victims to death.

Their bodies were posed in front of a mirror.

History is repeating itself once again.

This time, in Mumbai.

Has the Pune Strangler shifted to Mumbai,

or is this Mumbai Strangler a copycat?

- Haniya. - Hmm?

It's possible that the killer killed someone

before his first known victim, Robby Carvalho.

Look through our database for all the strangulation cases

before Robby Carvalho.

Okay, ma'am. I'll look into it.

And did you find the name of the IT company

Tejas sir was talking about?

The one that digitised the Pune court records.

Yes. It's Zylocomp Technologies. They were given the project.

I have the list they shared.

But they mentioned that they also hired sub-contractors

since the workload was too high.

They'll be sharing another list tomorrow.

I'm going through it, but it will take me some time.

It's a very long list.

- Zylocomp? - Yeah.

Teju.

(melancholic music)

(melancholic music continues)

(keyboard clicking)

- Good morning, ma'am! - Morning.

Didn't you go home last night?

Ma'am, I went through the database

and look what I found.

Please come. I'll show you.

Sunil Gupte, 27 year old.

Seven months ago, his body was found

in a well, in the compound of a bungalow.

He was strangled to death using a nylon rope.

SI Rane has shared the post-mortem report.

Luckily, it was a dry well.

And, ma'am, guess what?

To keep the victim's eyes open, the killer used a synthetic glue.

My God! The exact same method.

But why a well this time?

Why not mirror or glass?

Ma'am, that I don't know.

But Rane has shared one more important piece of information.

The victim worked at an IT firm.

So I took a shot in the dark thinking I'd cross-check...

And, ma'am, guess what?

He was an employee at Zylocomp Technologies?

Yes, ma'am.

Good job. Good job, Haniya!

Thank you, ma'am.

(phone buzzes)

Sir, ACP Tejas was not responding, so I came to you.

Sunil Gupte was killed seven months ago.

(intense music)

(handcuffs click)

I have to show you something.

Did the copycat kill again?

Not exactly.

Sunil Gupte. Seven months ago.

His body was found in this dried well.

I know you've never killed anyone and thrown them into a well.

And yet, I think this murder was committed by the copycat.

Yes, he's the one who did it.

Why do you feel so?

I will only talk to Tejas.

Mrs. Deshpande, don't test my patience.

This is not a game.

I have nothing left to lose now. I'm going to jail.

I just want to see my son one last time.

Tejas doesn't want to meet you.

Then you will have to convince him.

(phone buzzes)

Sir.

I've sent you some photographs. Take a look.

- Now? - Yes, now.

I saw them, sir.

She is 100% sure that the copycat committed this murder.

Sir, it is also possible she is lying.

She could make up anything just to meet me.

I'm aware, Tejas.

But did you know Sunil Gupte worked for Zylocomp Technologies?

It's the same IT firm that got contracted

to digitise the Pune court records.

What?

Daruwala told me the copycat may have got access

to the files from a digitising company.

And he was right.

You need to meet Mrs. Deshpande one more time.

One last time.

If we don't manage to catch the copycat with her help this time,

I promise you I'll send her back to jail.

- Okay, sir. - Okay.

(intense music)

My anger, my confusion, nothing matters.

Right now, I need to do my duty.

I can feel sorry for myself later.

(chuckles) God!

(sighs)

Teju, I can't even imagine what you must be going through right now.

(sighs)

- But I'm so proud of you. - Thank you.

Sir. I'm ready.

I know you'll never forgive me, son.

First of all, I'm not your son.

You're Mrs. Deshpande for me, and I'm ACP Tejas Phadke to you.

And secondly, no emotional or personal conversations.

Keep to the point. Am I clear?

Sit.

Why do you believe Sunil Gupte was killed by the copycat?

It was a Tuesday.

I clearly remember

because back then, I used to fast on Tuesdays.

It was 10 p.m.

I sent my entire staff home, closed the restaurant

and went to the kitchen to clean up.

Hi, Seema.

- Joseph, the restaurant is closed. - (chuckles)

I know.

- You're drunk. Go home. - I'm always drunk, my love.

You will enjoy it more like this.

- (Mrs. Deshpande grunts) - (metal clanks)

- I told you. - (breathes heavily)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(screams in pain)

(chuckles)

(grunts)

(gasping in pain)

- (Joseph grunts) - (Mrs. Deshpande screams in pain)

(screams in pain)

- (gasping in pain) - (intense music)

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

(lighter clicks)

(eerie music)

(screams)

(chuckles)

(laughing)

(screams)

(tense music)

(choking)

(breathes heavily)

(sobbing)

Is this true?

Or just another big fat lie?

Unfortunately, my broken bones have mended.

But if you wish to see,

I still have the scars on my back. I can show you.

Should I?

No, no, no! Please stop. Stop!

There's no need for that. Sit.

(Mrs. Deshpande) I don't know how long I was lying there.

Then, Baba came there,

he saw me and understood what had happened.

(tense music)

(water splashing)

Baba dumped Joseph's body in the well.

It took him all night to seal the well.

So, the copycat replicated your first murder too.

But, sir, how did he find out about this murder?

It's not in the court files.

I think he must have seen something.

(melancholic music)

I'm not sure how long Joseph's son, Alex, had been there.

Or what he saw and what he didn't.

You think Alex is the copycat?

I can't say for sure.

By killing Joseph, I orphaned Alex.

I felt very bad.

So, I brought him to stay with us.

What?

Impossible. I would have remembered that for sure.

We often forget the things we don't wish to remember, de...

Inspector.

You were only four years old at the time.

- Where did Alex go after that? - I don't know.

I never saw him

after the day Arun arrested me.

Sir, I think I know where we can start looking for Alex.

Arun, I will be of more use to you from here, than from Hyderabad.

I'll think about it.

Ajoba, you said you weren't hiding anything else.

I had no choice!

What else could I have done?

Handed my daughter over to the police?

And that too, for killing that perverted drunk?

If she hadn't killed him, I'd have killed that motherfucker myself.

Is the body still in the well?

That's why I haven't sold that house till date.

It must be lying there.

Ajoba, now I feel like I don't even know you anymore.

We'll talk when you calm down.

And then I'll explain to you what love for your child means.

What happened to Alex after that?

When we had to leave from there,

I left him in an orphanage.

- Did he ever try to contact you? - No.

He had a lot of respect for your mother.

He really loved her. He'd always cling to her...

like her own son.

I never liked that boy.

Why?

He was the blood of that bastard.

And what am I, Ajoba?

The blood of my mother.

Which orphanage did you leave him in?

Suchak Shelter Home.

(indistinct chatter)

- ACP Tejas Phadke. - Purandar Joshi. Please come.

NAME - ALEX ALAPAT AGE - 6 YEARS

(Purandar) A man named Dinanath Phadke left him here.

- Purandar-ji, this is Alex. - Okay.

He's your responsibility now.

(melancholic music)

Alex, this is your bed.

(Purandar) Alex was a very smart boy.

But he was short-tempered and didn't talk much.

And whenever he'd get angry,

he'd break things.

One day, I saw him near the old restaurant.

But the restaurant was closed.

- Marathi Chav? - Yes, that was the name!

(Purandar) People say Alex last saw his drunk father

at this old restaurant.

Then, as he grew up, he went astray.

It started with petty thefts, drugs...

and suddenly, around the age of 25, he disappeared.

He called me a year ago.

Told me he had mended his ways.

Did you save his number by any chance?

I did. 992928481.

One more thing, ACP.

When Alex first came here, he was holding a bag.

Children usually carry clothes or food items in their bags,

but, even today, no one knows

what was in Alex's bag.

He stayed here for 12 years,

but, until the very end, he refused to let anyone

come close to that bag.

(melancholic music)

Haniya, I'm giving you a number. Track it.

- Tell me, sir. - 992928481.

Sir.

(Mrs. Deshpande) Special modak for my good boy!

Teju and his aai will go watch a movie!

Jai Hind, sir.

(intense music)

- Jai Hind, sir. - Jai Hind, sir.

(intense music continues)

- (Haniya) Hello, sir. - (Tejas) Yes, Haniya?

Sir, the registered address and location

linked to that number has been found.

Okay, send it to me.

- Should I alert the team, sir? - No, not now.

(Haniya) Okay, sir.

Since when has he been staying here?

It's been two years, sir.

A spare key to his house is usually with me

because, when he's out, I have to feed the fish.

I see.

(door creaks)

- Okay, you may leave. - Okay.

(doorbell rings)

Hi.

- Hello. - Can I help you?

Tejas?

I'm here to meet Tejas.

Tejas is not home. Who are you?

Alex. Tejas' childhood friend.

- From Pune. - Oh! Hi.

Actually, Tejas is on duty right now.

Do you want to wait?

- Please, come in. - Thank you.

(intense music)

(eerie music)

- Ajoba still looks the same. - (chuckles)

- Only his hair has turned grey. - (Tanvi chuckles)

Please.

How long has it been since you met Ajoba and Tejas?

It's been a very long time.

I think 20-23 years. I don't remember clearly.

That's a long time.

You must have been very little then.

Yes.

We'd get tired of playing, you know.

And of laughing too.

(laughs)

I don't laugh anymore.

(mysterious music)

(slurps)

(doorbell rings)

I'll just take it.

We had a great day today. 50k in cash!

Shush...

Tejas' childhood friend Alex is here.

And he's a bit weird.

Okay. I'll stay until Tejas comes.

Yes. Okay.

(taps)

Alex. This is my friend, Divya.

- Hi. - Hi.

(slurps)

(tense music)

Do you have any biscuits?

Uh... Yeah. I'll get some for you.

(sighs)

(intense music)

(phone buzzes)

- Yeah, Tanvi? - Teju, when are you coming home?

I don't know. I'll be late.

- Can I call you back-- - Listen...

Your childhood friend stopped by.

- What? Who? - Alex.

- What! - Yes. I mean, he's a bit sweet

but weird.

- He has tattoos all over his body-- - No, no, no... Tanvi, listen to me.

Is he still there?

No, when Divya came over to give me cash, he left.

Thank God.

- Is he dangerous? - Yes...

I'll explain when I get home.

Okay, listen...

Should I send you a photo of him?

- What? - Yes, I secretly took

a photo of him when he was sitting here.

Tanvi, I love you.

- Sending it to you right now, sir. - Yes, please.

- (phone buzzes) - (chuckles)

(phone buzzes)

- Sir. - Pallavi, I'm sharing a photo.

- Share it with everyone. - Yes, sir.

Sir, may I know what's going on?

I'll tell you when I get there. And...

I'll call you back.

Mumbai 365...

(tense music)

Show me your ID.

(indistinct chatter)

Sir!

His name is Alex, and he's our primary suspect.

He either works here or is a regular customer here.

We don't know for sure, but check every single person.

The club is crowded, so hide your guns properly.

He's extremely dangerous...

and we need to catch him alive.

Copy?

- Let's go. - Yes.

(upbeat music)

(suspenseful music)

(tense music)

(panicked screams)

(Alex humming)

(metal clanks)

Hello, Teju.

Hello, Alex.

It's been years.

Feels good.

But I don't feel good at all, Alex.

Have I done something wrong?

Purandar Joshi told me

that you were the smartest child at Suchak.

Then why are we playing this game?

(chuckles)

You know, Teju, Ajoba left me there.

I used to be angry at the two of you all the time.

(scoffs)

But then I thought, how is this Teju is fault?

Or even Ajoba's fault?

It was only God's fault, Teju.

God didn't do right by me.

He took my aai away from me.

She was the only one in the world who loved me.

(laughs)

And then, one day, I saw you on TV.

Inspector Tejas was none other than my brother Teju!

And after that day, I started following you.

And then, I saw Aai, Teju.

My aai!

God brought Aai back into my life.

Aai didn't die in an accident.

I saw Aai outside Tanvi's salon.

She's alive, Teju.

I followed you two everywhere.

And see... my aai,

my entire family... will now be back with me.

I understand you didn't have a good childhood.

But what does this mean?

- This is all mine, Teju. - I know.

Teju.

I have never let anyone lay a finger on this! Understand?

You're my brother... or else...

Alex, calm down.

Calm down! Calm down.

Calm down. Easy.

You're my brother. So, it's okay.

Now, tell me the truth.

Why did you kill those people?

Kill?

I didn't kill anyone.

Women's clothes...

This photo... You may be able to explain these.

But what about this?

Speak!

Aai.

Aai?

Teju, the day Ajoba was taking me to Suchak,

I went to Aai's room.

I took whatever I found...

in her cupboard.

These belong to Aai, Teju.

I didn't steal, Teju.

God promise, I wasn't stealing.

I was only taking Aai's things with me.

Teju, these were Aai's memories for me.

So, I took these with me to Suchak.

I'm alive today only because of these.

I had no one else.

I only had these to feel Aai's presence.

But I didn't steal.

I'm sorry, Teju. Really.

Teju, I'm sorry.

I wasn't stealing, brother.

(melancholic music)

Sir, we spoke to Alex's manager.

On the nights of all the four murders,

Alex was on night shift at the bar.

We have many eyewitnesses, sir.

We got the wrong guy.

I know.

(eerie music)

THE CITY IS IN A STATE OF SHOCK. FOUR MURDERS IN A ROW.

(handcuffs clinking)

(melancholic music)

(suspenseful music)

(clacking on keyboard)

(doorbell rings)

- Hi, Alex. - Hi.

Come.

So, you've already met Tanvi and Divya.

Yes, I think I made you two a bit awkward the last time.

- I'm sorry. - (Tanvi and Divya) No, it's okay.

Ajoba, Alex. Alex...

How are you?

- I'm fine. How are you? - I'm fine.

Okay. Food is ready.

(soft music)

Teju, when I came here the last time,

I took this by mistake.

(melancholic music)

- It's okay. - (Tanvi laughs)

Keep it.

I like your tattoos. What's the story?

This one? With the dragon here...

Just imagine.

Twenty-four hours ago, you were in my custody as a criminal.

And now I'm having kheer with my family.

(chuckles)

Tanvi bhabhi cooks so well.

But not better than Aai.

Aai is the best.

You remember so much, Alex.

And I remember nothing. How is this possible?

You always had love, Teju.

All I had were my father's beatings.

One day, when he suddenly left me

and I started living with you all,

I understood

what love, respect and motherly affection meant.

Only because of Aai.

That's why I remember everything.

You're very lucky, Teju.

(sad music)

- Aai is God. - (chuckles)

I have a request.

Can I meet her?

I don't know, Alex.

As I told you, she's undergoing treatment at a special nursing home.

So, she can't meet anyone.

Tell her that I'm Alex, her other son.

She'll agree.

I'll try.

- Thank you, Teju. - You're welcome.

I'm so happy that the two friends have reunited after so many years.

(chuckles)

But I still find him a bit weird.

You and your suspicious mind.

I mean, the poor guy is a bit of a depressed soul,

but he is sweet.

Don't tell me you find him attractive.

Tattoos, woman!

- You know they're my weakness. - (doorbell rings)

- Will you get that? - Mmm-hmm.

Namaste, ma'am.

I'm SI Praveer. This packet is for Tejas sir.

- Okay, I'll give it to him. - Thank you, ma'am.

I still have no control when I eat modaks.

(Alex chuckles)

Tejas, SI Praveer dropped this off.

- Praveer? - Hmm.

I'll get some more kheer.

- Come, I'll help you. - Okay.

(suspenseful music)

I'D LIKE TO SPEAK TO MRS. DESHPANDE.

YOU'LL RECEIVE A CALL TOMORROW AT 12 O'CLOCK.

(indistinct chatter)

Suhas, what happened?

Why aren't you eating?

Have you forgotten yesterday's beating?

Are you not able to hear me?

Don't you like the food?

You won't get any food from now on.

(water pouring)

How are you, Suhas?

I'm fine.

How did you get hurt?

Do you have any other injuries?

(intense music)

(whispers) I'll help you.

(crickets chirping)

(intriguing music)

(scooter engine whirrs)

(suspenseful music)

(thuds)

(yawns)

(choking, grunting)

(intense music)

(gasping)

(chair screeches)

(humming)

(singing)

(humming)

(intense music)

(soft music)

Evil must be punished, son.

(title song)

(intense music)

(Tejas) Sir, this is definitely the copycat.

No one else could have such detailed photos.

This means we will need to keep

Mrs. Deshpande here for a few more days.

I don't know why, but I still trust her.

And I know she won't lie to you.

I hope so, sir.

Sir, we must tell the team about Mrs. Deshpande.

We can't keep this a secret any longer.

I agree with you.

But let's not tell the team about her relationship with you.

Thank you, sir.

I'D LIKE TO SPEAK TO MRS. DESHPANDE. I'LL CALL TOMORROW AT 12 O'CLOCK.

- Has everyone read the file? - (team) Yes, sir.

Sir, just for my understanding,

the original Pune strangler, Mrs. Deshpande,

who's in the Mumbai safehouse currently...

We're taking her help to catch the Mumbai strangler?

Correct.

I know it sounds exciting, but it's also very, very risky.

Haniya, any information on this phone?

Sir, it was purchased from the black market.

It's registered to a fake ID in Uttarakhand.

I expected that. Let's get ready for the call.

Okay, sir.

(phone vibrates)

- Hello. - (scrambled voice) Mrs. Deshpande?

Speaking.

It's a pleasure to speak with you.

It's an honour, ma'am.

What should I call you?

Disciple. Since I'm walking the path shown by you.

Okay, disciple.

I've waited a long time for this moment.

I've always wanted to sit in front of you and say thank you

and tell you how much you mean to me,

how much you've inspired me...

And that's why I've been copying your technique this precisely.

- Great. - (chuckles) By the way,

I know police officers are listening to us.

I'd like to say hello to them too.

Disciple, I'm happy

- that you're helping society. - Thank you, ma'am.

So, like me, you too kill only evil people.

Yes, absolutely.

Good.

You've killed four already.

Have you selected your fifth?

Not yet.

There will be a fifth, right?

Absolutely, ma'am.

There is no dearth of monsters in this world.

That's true.

But, disciple, I'd always select my prey beforehand.

Then I'd find out everything about them

and throw them out of society.

- You do the same too, right? - Yes.

But sometimes, one needs to wait until the last moment

to confirm if they deserve to die or not.

But that's easy to find out in today's world, isn't it?

Technology has advanced so much...

I'm not talking about technology, I'm referring to people's nature.

Using social media, people present a fake facade to the world.

But that's not real.

Even in today's day and age, it's impossible to find out

who is good and who is bad.

And that's why I need to meet them personally to figure them out.

It was nice talking to you. I'll call again, ma'am.

- When? - When the fifth monster has fallen.

It's going to be a man, right?

Yes, it's always a man, ma'am.

And tonight I will know whether this man will live or not.

Haniya, any luck?

Sir, he's using a common VoIP, that too in the grey zone.

So, it's impossible to trace him, sir.

What do you think?

I think the copycat is not a man but a woman.

We considered this possibility,

but the CCTV footage from Virat's building

and every other footage we received

clearly establishes it's a man.

Maybe there's a homosexuality angle to it.

Perhaps he's gay.

In any case, he seems to kill for personal reasons.

He's different from you.

You didn't know any of your victims personally.

So, he's not a vigilante killer like you.

He thinks he's like me, but he isn't.

The people who are falling prey to him do not deserve to die.

I can say with certainty that this man is killing them

because they either hurt him or caused him some loss.

So, now there is only one option left.

We wait until his next murder.

(sighs)

Can I cook again?

I won't render anyone unconscious.

Sir.

I want to talk to her.

You please go ahead.

Okay.

Sir.

Mrs. Deshpande.

Oh, I thought you too left with the others.

I wanted to ask you something.

Go ahead.

Was I the secret that Hosh had mentioned?

And that's why your secret will always be safe with me.

(soft music)

For 25 years, I kept you away from myself.

I wanted to know where you lived, what you did...

That's why I asked Hosh to find out about you.

Didi has sent some names.

You need to find out about them.

- Tejas Phadke. - Tejas Phadke.

I didn't tell him you're my son.

But somehow he found out the truth.

He could have ruined your life

by telling everyone who your mother is.

And I would never let that happen.

End this game. End it!

For my son's happiness, I can kill anyone.

I couldn't fulfil my duty as your mother then.

I won't make that mistake again.

I found this with Alex.

You look so cute.

How sweet!

I don't remember you at all.

You were very small when I left.

And Ajoba never showed me a single picture of yours.

I know.

I made him promise me.

I saw it in the photo, so I thought...

(sentimental music)

- Tejas-- - (pressure cooker whistling)

One more thing.

Alex wants to meet you.

Does he know I killed his father?

He didn't see anything that night.

He worships you.

He told me a lot of things about you.

Until now, I only thought of you as a criminal.

Because of him, I saw a different side to you.

(chuckles)

Then I must definitely meet him and thank him

for bringing my son closer to me.

- I'll bring him tomorrow. - Uh...

I've made varan bhaat.

Will you have some?

Some other time.

(phone vibrates)

- Teju. - The one you wanted to meet

has agreed.

Thank you, Teju.

I'll pick you up tomorrow.

I'll go buy some traditional clothes.

I'll have to hide my tattoos too.

- Good. See you. - See you, Teju.

Sir, there's no pattern to his murder locations.

Andheri, Kalbadevi... he's all over the place.

His only pattern is that he kills at night.

And he clearly said he'll kill tonight.

Praveer, are you in contact with the control room?

Sir, I'm checking every 10 minutes.

Haniya, Zylocomp Technologies?

Sir, I checked the list for everyone who worked on that project.

I even checked the backgrounds of the sub-contractors,

but I found no criminal record, sir.

Sir, there are 10-12 people who Sunil Gupte knew closely.

Family and friends.

I spoke to them all, but nothing.

This is frustrating.

I think we're missing something.

(intriguing music)

Madam, tea.

Sir, tea.

Thank you.

Haniya, anything?

Sir, five murders took place in Mumbai last night.

None of them by strangulation.

It looks like the task of strangulation

has been delegated solely to our serial killer.

(chuckles)

Was that a joke, Haniya?

Sir, the humour was a result of zero sleep and excessive caffeine.

Okay.

(subtle music)

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- You're leaving so early? - Hmm.

Clients are waiting for me.

Listen, I'm taking Alex today to meet her.

Alex must be so happy.

Happy? He's beside himself with excitement.

He's hiding his tattoos and stuff.

So cute!

Listen, I need to go, but tell me everything, okay?

(doorbell rings)

Coming, Teju!

Oh, you.

Come in.

(eerie music)

Omkar, the safehouse needs to look

like a nursing home as much as possible.

Alex shouldn't get suspicious at all, okay?

I know you're upset.

Actually, I need to be somewhere. We'll talk about this later. Okay?

I'm getting late. I have to go.

(tense music)

(music rises)

(indistinct chatter)

(tense music)

(rings doorbell)

(rings doorbell)

Alex?

(knocks)

(melancholic music)

(priest) Assurance of God's protection.

"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High

"will say to the Lord, 'My God, in whom I trust.'

"For He will deliver you from the snare of the fowler

"and from the deadly pestilence.

"He will cover you with His pinions,

"and under His wings,

"you will find refuge."

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

(phone vibrates)

Hello, disciple.

I promised that I'd call you after the fifth murder.

Well done!

Thank you, ma'am, for your blessings. I'm happy.

So am I.

So, Alex showed you his true nature yesterday.

Yes. Like the other four, he too turned out to be a monster.

He too wasn't capable of recognising true love.

Love?

I don't understand, disciple.

What has love got to do with all this?

The world revolves because of love, ma'am.

All our decisions depend on love.

Perhaps.

Ma'am, you too did everything out of love.

You sacrificed your freedom out of love for your son.

What is that, if not love?

You do have a point.

Do you also have someone like that in your life?

No, ma'am, and that's why I take pleasure in killing these people.

Disciple...

I want to experience it again.

What do you mean, ma'am?

The same pleasure that you are experiencing.

It's been 25 years.

Just listening to you isn't satisfying enough anymore, disciple.

I want to be a part of it too.

I want to experience again

how life slowly ebbs out of those monsters.

I want to see the fear in their eyes.

I'm sure you can do this for me, disciple.

Disciple?

Okay, ma'am.

Thank you.

I'll make the arrangements and call you.

That was very smart.

The policeman in me is excited, but it's very risky, Arun.

What if he posts that video online?

He won't do that, sir.

He has no interest in fame.

If he did, he would have flooded social media by now.

He only wants to impress one person.

- Mrs. Deshpande. - Yes, sir.

Also, sir, serial killers think themselves to be very smart.

And this arrogance leads them to make mistakes.

- Okay, go ahead, but-- - This meeting never happened.

(chuckles)

Thank you, sir.

(Copycat humming on video)

(singing)

Hello, ma'am.

Hello, disciple.

- Are you ready to be a part of it? - Yes.

Here you go. Your next monster.

Like I said, the world has no dearth of monsters.

- Haniya... anything? - I'll try face-matching, sir.

Okay.

I didn't expect you to find your next victim this quickly.

I can't make my messiah wait for too long.

I have a lot of respect for you, ma'am.

And, ma'am, that's why I copy you step-by-step.

Why do you use glue, disciple?

(Copycat chuckles)

You caught that, ma'am.

Actually, during your time, the world moved slowly.

You had hours.

You'd wait for rigour mortis to set in,

and then open the eyelids.

But today I don't have that much time.

Interesting. Well, it's a good idea.

Thank you, ma'am.

It's time to wake this asshole up.

Get up!

(victim breathes heavily)

(grunting, screaming through gag)

Shh!

Shut up!

(sighs)

I hate screaming.

I must free my hands now for the actual job.

Haniya, check the certificates on the right corner.

Checking, sir.

I won't make you wait too long, ma'am.

Like I said, you are like a messiah to me, ma'am.

And I've planned this exactly like you asked.

I understand how much

you must have missed this in the past 25 years.

Today, I will refresh your memories from 25 years ago.

Sir, found him!

Sir, he's Dr. Mahender Bopardikar.

Smile Promise Dental.

Sir, we're in luck. It's 10 minutes from here.

Mira Road, Laxmi Business Park.

Okay. Send me the location.

- (snaps fingers) - Yes, sir.

(whispers) 10 minutes, please.

So, shall we begin, ma'am?

Before we do, I want to tell you something.

Yes?

You are the only one who has fully understood me.

I lost one son and found another.

Really, ma'am?

Yes, absolutely.

(cries) Ma'am... I can't believe it.

You've made me very emotional.

Praveer, have you alerted the Mira Road Police Station?

Yes, sir. They're on their way.

(sobs) You have no idea what you mean to me, ma'am.

I'm sorry about the tears, ma'am.

Never mind, dear.

We all need one another.

And when no one understands us, how alone we feel!

Don't worry, dear.

I'm always with you.

We will meet some day,

and then you'll see my real face.

I'll be waiting for that day.

Okay, ma'am.

Let's begin the show now.

You wanted to see fear in his eyes, right?

(intense music)

(muffled) Let me go, please!

Sir, the unit has reached and is securing the location.

Sir, there are four exits in this complex.

Two of our men are posted at every exit.

No one from your team

- will interfere. - Sir.

- Kamble. - Sir.

Approach from that side.

Doctor, after today, you will never betray anyone again.

Get ready.

Guns out.

(grunts)

(tense music)

(bell rings)

(door screeches)

Hospital!

(thrilling music)

(thuds)

(grunts)

(gasps)

(tense music)

Doctor, I'm telling you, nothing much happened to me.

It just hurts a bit, that's it.

Okay. But if you feel dizzy, call me. Hmm?

And keep applying the ice pack every three to four hours.

Yes, Doctor. Thank you.

(phone buzzes)

- Hello, Tejas. - Hello, sir.

Just wanted to let you know that I'm fine.

You're lucky. No concussions, nothing.

I checked with the doctor.

But there could have been a serious injury.

Yes, sir, but that's the question. Why didn't that happen?

He could have hit me harder and killed me, but he didn't.

That's a good question.

Anyway, you take care of yourself.

Yes, sir.

Omkar, give her the phone.

It's sir.

Son, are you okay?

Yes.

I was afraid...

It's nothing much.

Just a minor injury.

By the way, Dr. Mahender survived.

Thanks to you, we now have a solid witness.

The credit for that goes to you.

We make a good team.

You need not reply.

One more important thing.

I think I know who the copycat is.

Do you remember, this morning,

when we were watching the video, the copycat was humming a tune?

(Copycat singing)

I hummed that exact tune when I killed Srirang Gokhale.

(Mrs. Deshpande humming)

I chose a different song for each of my victims.

I would have to wait for two hours

for rigour mortis to set in.

Only then I could keep the eyelids open.

The copycat could only have known about this tune

if he had himself been present in the house that night.

Srirang Gokhale had a wife and a son, Suhas.

His wife was about 40 years old then.

So, she can't be the copycat.

That leaves us with Suhas.

(eerie music)

Suhas saw me that night.

(Haniya) Srirang Gokhale's wife lives in an old-age home called Aashirwad.

An NGO from Pune runs it.

I spoke to the manager there.

Apparently, Suhas left her there eight years ago.

He never came to meet her after that.

Sir, his mother has advanced-stage dementia.

Normally, she doesn't talk to anyone.

But today she asked for paan after her meal.

You've come at the right time.

She loves paan.

Come. Ma'am.

Gokhale ma'am.

Look, your friend is here.

He's brought something for you.

Ma'am.

(soft music)

Suhas.

No one brings me the kind of paan you do.

My dear son.

I know what kind of paan you like, Aai.

Why do you take so long to visit?

Why don't you come every day?

Sorry, Aai. I have a lot of work. I can't help it.

Okay, never mind.

Eat your food before you leave.

And don't make any noise.

Your father is praying.

Okay, Aai.

He prays to God every day...

for you to stop playing with dolls.

That's why he beats you up after praying.

Why do you play with dolls?

S-Sorry, Aai.

Please... please stop playing with dolls.

Please stop wearing my saris and dresses.

Please stop applying lipstick too.

You'll stop, won't you?

Yes.

It... hurts a lot.

Doesn't it?

Tell me.

Y-You go and have your food.

Once he's done praying, he'll come.

- Just go and eat before he does. - Let's go, sir.

Just go! He's done praying. Go away!

- Please, let's go, sir. - Go and eat food!

Sorry...

That's enough for today, sir. Normally, she--

Excuse me. Sir, Dr. Mahender is conscious.

- Thank you, sir. - Welcome.

Let's go.

(intense music)

I'm sorry we kept you awake.

But it was essential that we speak to you.

(grunts)

Please take your time.

I met Shefali at a pub in Lower Parel.

A month ago.

She was a tall girl. Long hair.

Lovely voice. Very sexy.

She had an innocence within her, sir.

She believed in true love.

We talked a lot.

Then, she came home with me.

As soon as we entered,

she turned off all the lights.

I assumed she was feeling shy.

Then, we started kissing each other.

And when I started to touch her,

my hands felt something different.

Down there.

I realised that her vagina wasn't natural.

I can say this because I'm a doctor.

I can confidently state

that she's undergone a sex-change operation.

Honestly, at that point,

I lost interest.

Perhaps, in my voice or on my face,

she noticed the shock.

She understood.

I requested her to go home.

She left crying.

After that day, I saw her again today.

Give the sketch artist her description.

- Sure. - Thank you.

Sir.

Is she the Mumbai strangler?

Looks like it.

(intense music)

(Arun) We never considered this angle.

We thought he was straight or gay.

But trans?

We never thought Suhas could be Shefali.

Sir, we got the same information from Suhas' mother.

Suhas always thought of himself as a woman.

And every time she gets close to someone,

she tries to hide her past identity.

Correct. Like Dr. Mahender said,

he'd turn off the lights in the room... I mean, she would.

She'd hope that the man with her

would ignore her past reality and accept her.

Right. Now I understand why all her victims are male.

Inspector.

She isn't killing because she's transgender.

She is killing for another reason.

What do you mean?

Do you remember what she said on the phone?

Love.

And you asked what love had to do with all this.

I didn't understand then,

but now I understand that the actual reason is something else.

Ever since Suhas became Shefali,

she has only been looking for love.

And when someone doesn't love her, she kills them.

Her being transgender has nothing to do with this.

Whether she was male or female,

she would have done this out of anger

if her love was not reciprocated.

Rejection.

She didn't get love in return.

She didn't get love since she was a child.

She was abused not only physically

but emotionally and mentally as well.

And in some cases, children can grow up

to choose the path of violence.

(Omkar) Sir!

(door squeaks)

(phone vibrating)

- Sir, it's her. - Keep it.

Hello, disciple.

Why, ma'am? Why?

Why did you betray me?

Hello, Suhas.

- Suhas? - So, you know who I am.

But I'm not Suhas anymore.

I know.

(whispers) I'll help you.

And I truly empathise.

And even despite that, you betrayed me?

You said you did everything for love.

I too did it for love. For my son.

But I love you more than he does.

I know.

But you can't differentiate between who is a monster

and who is innocent.

And I don't want the love of a person like that.

(in anguish) How can you say that

when I've surrounded you with only love?

What do you mean?

It was me. I brought your family together.

For you.

I'm responsible for your son Tejas' happiness.

I did all this only... only for you.

Now I'll end everything.

I will turn this happiness into devastation.

Tejas, she said she did everything for me.

She brought our family together. She gave you happiness.

This means she has kept a watch on you for a while.

She is a part of your life.

Who makes you happy, Tejas?

My wife, Tanvi.

How did you meet Tanvi? Did someone introduce you to her?

(suspenseful music)

(softly) Fuck.

Tejas... Who was it?

(sirens wailing in distance)

(solemn music)

This is the first time I'm seeing you smile.

It's nice.

Take this.

MARATHI CHAV

My daughter was killed in an accident.

We're moving to Mumbai.

(sobs)

This is her bed. Careful.

- Suhas... - Sit down. Sit.

Have this.

(doctor) It is an 18-month package.

It includes hormone replacement therapy,

breast augmentation, facial feminisation,

orchiectomy, tracheal shave, voice feminisation,

and, finally, a vaginoplasty.

- (heart monitor beeping) - (subtle music)

(mysterious music)

(jewellery clinking)

(title song)

(Copycat) How can you say that

when I've surrounded you with only love.

What do you mean?

I brought your family together.

I'm responsible for your son Tejas' happiness.

Now I'll end everything.

I will turn this happiness into devastation.

Tejas, she is a part of your life.

Who makes you happy, Tejas?

My wife, Tanvi.

How did you meet Tanvi? Did someone introduce you to her?

Tejas... Who?

(doorbell rings)

Coming.

(phone buzzing)

- Divya? - I forgot my purse.

It's 2 a.m.!

Just take whatever you want. I'm going back to sleep.

- (phone buzzes) - Who's calling now?

- Yes, Teju? - Tanvi... Thank God.

(door thuds)

Tanvi, listen carefully.

If Divya comes, don't open the door.

Tanvi, Divya is the copycat.

- She's the killer. - What?

(gasps and grunts)

(Tejas) Tanvi?

(Tanvi groaning in pain)

Tanvi?

Tanvi...

- (snaps fingers) - (tense music)

Tanvi?

(tense music continues)

(torch clicks)

(liquid pours)

(clinking in glass)

D-Divya...

(spoon clinks in glass)

Drink up.

(chair screeches)

Divya...

Please... Please tell me this is not true.

You can't be the copycat killer.

(gasps)

The name could have been better.

But it's true, Tanvi.

How can it be true? You're my best friend.

It's a long story, babes.

The entire credit for this goes to your mother-in-law.

I came back to life because of her.

I learnt to live again.

But finally, like everyone, she too betrayed me.

Look, Divya, I don't understand.

All I know is you'd never hurt your best friend

because I've never wronged you.

And you think I've wronged other people?

No, Divya.

Was it my fault that, despite being a woman,

I was born in a man's body?

(gasps)

- Divya... - Yes, Tanvi.

In a different life, I used to be Suhas.

I've endured that pain

for... for 18 months.

I have been through hell.

I bled day and night.

And only then could I become the perfect woman.

But even after that, I was wronged.

I'm so sorry.

Because this world is wrong.

That's why I decided

that every wrongdoer must be punished!

D-Divya, no... Please, I'm your best friend.

- Divya, please don't-- - Quiet!

(sobs)

Just keep quiet!

(continues sobbing)

(exclaims loudly in fright)

(sobbing) Divya...

Now you'll be punished for Mrs. Deshpande's deceit.

(phone vibrates)

Were you waiting for my call?

Yes, Divya.

It feels better to talk without hiding who I am.

So you must have found out everything now.

Not everything.

I'm yet to know a lot from you.

If we meet face to face, we may understand each other better.

That's true.

Is Tejas listening to us?

Hello, Divya.

(laughs)

Family reunion! Wow!

Good.

I called so that you could say your final goodbye to Tanvi.

Divya, who you've taken with you

is very precious to me.

That's why she has to die.

I know you don't want to harm Tanvi.

If you did, you'd have done it already.

Mrs. Deshpande, you don't know me fully.

But, Divya, I do know you.

As you said,

you and I are alike.

We punish evil people, not the innocent.

I was the one who betrayed you.

Your anger is towards me, not that poor girl.

That's why I am saying...

let her go and take me instead.

That's a good offer.

Doing so will make your dream come true.

We'll sit face to face.

And then, you can give me whatever punishment you see fit.

Okay.

You in exchange for Tanvi.

Thank you, Divya.

I'll call with details about how and where.

Your luck is good.

Your mother-in-law really loves you.

That's very risky.

No.

This is the only way.

This copycat was created because of me.

But she could kill you.

Tanvi and your life matter more to me.

Let me do at least this much for you.

Please.

The team leaves in five minutes. Pallavi Sonawane.

Through this, we can track you.

- You'll be fine. - I know.

- Good to go, sir. - Okay.

This is a civilian headset. Keep it as a disguise.

Check your respective devices.

Tejas, I can't provide any more backup.

It's still an undercover operation.

I understand, sir.

Sir. I'm sorry, sir, but I have something to say.

Tell me.

It could be that this is all Mrs. Deshpande's master plan,

and she has suggested this idea to the copycat

so she can escape from here.

(eerie music)

I know it's a possibility, Pallavi.

But to save Tanvi's life, I'm willing to take this risk.

(phone vibrates)

The copycat.

- Hello. - Infinity Arcadia Mall, Wadala.

Main area, level one, in two hours.

Okay.

(thrilling music)

(phone vibrates)

Yes, Divya.

Enter from the main floor of the mall on level one.

You'll find some colourful mannequins.

Stop there.

I'll call you with the next steps.

Tejas, I know you've come with your entire team.

If I see anyone on the main floor

aside from Mrs. Deshpande and you,

then remember,

you will never see Tanvi again.

Only Mrs. Deshpande and I will enter the main floor.

Divya will be watching.

So I won't be able to communicate with you.

We're in a public space, so no guns.

- Let's go. - (team) Okay, sir.

Let's go.

(tense music)

Where are you hiding, Divya?

(phone vibrates)

We're near the mannequins, like you said.

I know.

It's time for you to say bye to your mom.

- I want to see Tanvi first. - Shut up, Tejas.

You don't have an option.

Now, give her the phone and don't follow her.

Hello, Divya.

Take the escalator behind you and come to the first floor.

Okay, Divya.

Remember…

No one loves you more than your mother.

- Thank you. - Enough of the bloody drama.

Escalator now!

I'm coming.

(tense music resumes)

I'm on the escalator.

Get off and turn.

- Praveer, come in. - Yes, sir.

She's on your floor.

- Yes, sir, clear visual. - Good.

Haniya.

Take a left at the first pillar.

She's turned left.

Sir, you should be able to see her.

Yeah, I can see her.

(Divya) Do you see a women's clothing store ahead?

- I do. - Come towards it and take a left.

Walk straight and enter the men's clothing store.

She's entering the men's section, sir.

- Praveer. - Yes, sir. I am following her.

She's going towards the footwear section.

Okay.

Go past the three mannequins in front of you.

Visual in sight. Yes.

She has crossed the pillar.

Take a turn and cross the luggage section.

Take a left from there.

Excuse me.

Go towards the back of the store.

- Where is she going? - Towards the back of the store.

Take a right ahead and enter the women's footwear section.

I've turned right.

Sir, I don't have a visual.

What do you mean you don't have a visual?

Fuck!

(thrilling music)

Excuse me.

You'll see an emergency exit.

Take that to parking level 4.

Okay.

What the fuck! How did she get away?

Sir, she just passed the pillar. Sorry, sir.

Sir, she's headed to the parking area.

Through the emergency exit.

There, the emergency exit! Come on!

The signal is weak, sir. Check the signal.

Sir, I'm not able to figure out which level.

(music softens)

- Hello, disciple. - Phone.

Sir, I checked P3. There's no one.

I'm checking P2 now.

Put this on.

Sir, unable to find anything. Shit!

Come out.

There's no one here either. I'm checking upstairs.

Go.

- Get in. - Hold on, Divya.

Take care of Tejas and yourself.

Go.

Haniya, any luck with the signal?

We have signal, sir. She's on P4.

P4.

(music intensifies)

(car engine whirs)

Divya!

Sir, they are going towards the back exit of the mall.

Rajeev, Aziz, they are coming towards the exit.

Be ready, and just shoot her if necessary.

Tejas!

Fuck.

- Are you okay? - I am.

- Did she-- - She didn't do anything.

I'm perfectly okay.

Sir, the signal is breaking. Just check why this is happening!

Rajeev, Aziz, any visual?

No, sir. We're in position.

(suspenseful music)

Sir, they have stopped at the mall exit.

What do you mean?

The transmitter is not moving.

Shit.

Sir, I told you Mrs. Deshpande and the copycat

have cooked this up together.

Praveer, check all the CCTV footage

- in the mall. - Yes, sir.

Find out the number plate of the car.

- It was a grey colour vehicle. Go. - Okay.

Tanvi.

Can you tell me anything about the place she took you to?

I was quite groggy, Tejas. I don't remember clearly.

It was a deserted place.

No noise or sound in that building.

It felt like no one lives in that building.

Anything else?

Tejas, is there something called Zylocomp?

Why do you ask?

When I was there, I saw the name Zylocomp Technologies

in a few places.

On the name plate, on the cartons...

even on the mugs.

- Haniya. - Yes, sir.

I need every detail about Divya's life.

The bank statements from her house, phone records, everything.

Find out if Divya had any connection to Zylocomp.

Checking right away, sir.

(chuckles) I didn't have Shrewsbury biscuits.

But this is all I've got. Sorry.

Your smile... I can't believe it.

What?

25 years ago, I saw this same smile at my restaurant.

I remember what you said then.

This is the first time I'm seeing you smile.

It's nice.

When your father said

you died in an accident...

MARATHI CHAV

(Divya) ...I cried a lot.

My mother couldn't understand what had happened to me.

Why was I so upset over the death of a stranger?

But only I knew what you had done for me.

Mrs. Deshpande, it's strange, isn't it?

You became my messiah, changed my life...

And then, the same messiah ruined my life.

I never meant to deceive you.

But I did it for my son.

I'm sure you understand that.

Divya, today you and I sit face to face.

I want you to bare your soul to me.

I want to know everything about you.

Tell me.

I was never Suhas.

I was stuck in a man's body.

After waiting many years,

I could finally become Divya.

And then I started my new life.

I started a new job in Mumbai.

New friends.

A new best friend, Tanvi.

And for the first time,

boys started showing interest in me.

Sir, when I had checked

the list of employees at Zylocomp Technologies earlier,

I only focused on those with a criminal record.

But, sir, I just got the complete list from the HR manager.

Divya is on the list. Look, sir.

Until two years ago, she worked at Zylocomp Technologies.

And then, one day,

my life turned upside down.

Our company received the contract to digitise

the Pune court records.

And behold my good fortune, Mrs. Deshpande.

Your secret court file landed on my desk.

When I saw my dad's photo in that file,

the man who used to beat me up mercilessly,

I was stunned.

My file could have gone to anyone else.

It's sheer chance!

It was God's will, Mrs. Deshpande.

By reading that file, I learnt...

you were alive.

And I realised that I could actually meet

the messiah that gave me a new life.

I reached Hyderabad Jail.

But over there, I was told that Zeenat doesn't meet anyone.

So, I had to use another method.

I bribed the assistant warden, and in return,

he told me about your recent psychiatric evaluation.

He stole the psychiatrist's file and gave it to me.

And since these files are confidential,

even the police didn't have access to them.

While I already had the details of your murders

and arrest from the court files,

the psychiatrist's file helped me learn

the deepest secrets of your life.

That's when I understood, Mrs. Deshpande,

how you became who you are.

I decided that, even if I can't meet you,

in return for what you did for me,

I would do my best to keep your family happy.

That's when you found out about Tejas.

Yes. I was now going to become a part of Tejas' life.

Please give me change, sir.

I found out that Ajoba and he visited Siddhivinayak

every Tuesday.

I started going there too.

And we became friends.

The last step was to introduce Tejas to Tanvi.

Nice to meet you.

And in 10 seconds, they fell in love with each other.

Tanvi always wanted to open her own salon.

I used my savings, sold my mom's jewellery

and opened a salon for her.

The day they got married, I was very happy.

- Bless you. - Touch my feet too!

Bless you. (chuckles)

Tejas couldn't have found a better girl if he tried.

I'm grateful to you for bringing Tanvi into his life.

Sir, I spoke to the project leader.

He said everyone knew about Divya and Sunil Gupte's romance.

The same Sunil Gupte who was found dead in the well.

Yes, sir. Divya's first murder.

Everything was going well.

I finally liked a boy.

- Just enter. - Yeah.

(both chuckle)

I met Sunil at an office party.

He was a sweet, middle-class boy.

Like me, he too believed in true love.

We started dating and fell in love.

Physically, I was already a woman.

But I needed confidence.

And then, one day, I was fully ready.

(soft music)

I need to tell you something.

What?

I...

(chuckles nervously)

In another life...

my name was Suhas.

(tense music)

(sobbing)

- Please, Sunil, please... - (kicking)

(screams)

(sobbing)

He brought me to this very guest house.

And over here,

at this exact spot, he beat me up.

He beat me so ruthlessly I thought I'd die.

(groans)

(screams)

The body I had yearned for all my life

was taken away from me by my first love.

He completely damaged my surgery.

Sir, the project leader said Divya and Sunil had a fight.

And then Divya resigned. No one saw her after that.

No one could have treated me worse than that, Mrs. Deshpande.

I lay there day and night.

The injuries were not just on my body

but on my soul too.

I often thought of ending it all.

(screams in frustration)

But then your face would come in front of me,

and I'd find the will to live.

As I said earlier, Mrs. Deshpande, you and I are alike.

Evil must be punished.

By killing my father, you gave me a new life.

And thinking about that made me realise

that I too could be of use to people.

Evil must definitely be punished.

By eradicating evil, I could help the world too.

(laughs)

And, Mrs. Deshpande,

that's how your disciple was born.

First things first, I killed Sunil.

(grunting)

You were only looking for true love.

Yes.

And that's why I'd become Shefali at night.

A single girl at bars and pubs, alone at night,

looking for true love.

I'd carefully examine everyone and choose one.

Someone who I believed was looking for true love too.

But every single man turned out to be the wrong one.

And that's why they had to leave this world.

What the fuck! What are you doing-- (gasps)

(grunting)

Tejas is my son.

But you're my true heir, Divya.

I need your help, Divya.

I helped you 25 years ago, Divya.

Now you help me.

(monitor beeps)

Found it, sir.

The Zylocomp Technologies campus was in Mulund.

Office, staff quarters, et cetera.

But because their operations closed down,

the place has been vacant for two years.

When I was there, I saw the name

Zylocomp Technologies in a few places.

Let's go.

(suspenseful music)

You have read the psychiatrist's file.

You know that I have one last justice left to deliver.

You believe in delivering justice too, don't you, Divya?

Then help me.

(thrilling music)

(car tyres screech)

I don't have much time.

Let me go.

(music slows)

(suspenseful music)

(Divya) Tejas!

(eerie music)

(screams)

(music turns intense)

Divya!

(gun fires)

(grave music)

(laughing)

(intense music)

She escaped, you morons.

(chuckles)

- Hi, Tejas. - Hello, Divya.

I have some questions for you.

Go ahead. I'm not going anywhere now.

Why did you help her?

Your mother is my messiah, Tejas.

Was this entire thing her plan?

So she could escape?

You think you have understood her by just reading a few files?

You know nothing, Tejas. Nothing at all.

Your mother saves lives.

She shapes their lives.

There are others like me in the world who need your mother.

Please, Tejas, let her be.

- Let her go. - You know I can't do that.

Divya, tell me where she is.

I won't betray her.

All I can say is...

your mother has gone to close an old door for good.

(suspenseful music)

(Divya) You think you have understood her

by just reading a few files?

You know nothing, Tejas. Nothing at all.

You just read the police files.

Your mother saves lives.

There are others like me in the world who need your mother.

Your mother has gone to close an old door for good.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music rises)

(doorbell rings)

Namaskar, Baba.

(performing rhythmic footwork)

(dark music)

(ghungroo jingling)

(dark music rises)

- What have you done! What... - No... Nothing happened!

Forgive me.

I couldn't stop myself!

You won't stop! I'm going to the police!

To hell with you!

- (Dinanath grunts) - (body thuds on floor)

(melancholic music)

I don't understand what's happened.

She isn't saying a word. She's completely silent.

She's not eating or drinking.

I'm really worried.

She has undergone a major trauma.

But, in cases like this, children repress their trauma

as the years pass.

Medication and time will heal everything.

Sit.

Sit!

You are fortunate

that I had repressed my memories for all those years.

But, in jail, the psychiatrist helped me remember it all.

(tense music)

- Touch me, Dad. - No... No...

So, you only touch innocent little girls?

No, dear, forgive me...

- Touch me. Now. - No... No...

- Touch me, you motherfucker! - No, no, please forgive me.

You killed my mother while also touching me.

You made me a monster, even though it was never my fault.

(breathes heavily)

No...

For 40 years, I've listened to this lion roar.

I cried, I begged,

but it never stopped roaring.

Today, I will silence it for good.

(tense music)

No, dear... No...

Please no...

No...

Forgive me...

No... Please forgive me...

- Please forgive me... - Shh!

What would you say? Don't make a sound.

- Shh! - No...

(chokes)

(pants)

(car tyres screech)

(Dinanath grunts)

(pants)

(running footsteps approach)

You monster.

(sobbing)

You ruined her life.

You hid the truth from me for your own benefit.

Tejas. Tejas.

You deserve to die, you motherfucker!

- No. Don't do that. - You have only lied to me.

- You only lied. - Don't ruin your life

by killing him.

Don't do this, son. Tejas!

Listen to me, Tejas. Don't do this. Tejas, my son.

Aai.

(melancholic music)

(sobbing)

- (body thuds) - (vehicle alarm goes off)

(soft music)

(handcuffs click)

Thank you for everything, Mrs. Deshpande.

I'm now Zeenat again, Arun.

And thanks to you, too, for reuniting me with my son.

The idea was yours, but you're welcome.

We'll meet again.

(soft music continues)

(music turns intriguing)

It feels like I'm going on a picnic, not to jail.

Arun sir was kind enough to bend protocol and do this.

That's why I could personally come to drop you off at jail.

I didn't get a chance to give Tanvi my blessing.

Convey it to her.

Definitely.

Will you come to meet Zeenat in jail, dear?

I will come, Aai.

(tense music)

Where is the car going?

Take the next exit. Hurry!

(tense music rises)

- Sir-- - Where the fuck were you guys!

She snatched my gun, handcuffed me,

and escaped through the creek. Go get her!

- Okay, sir. - Now!

Let's go, hurry!

(suspenseful music)